ain't it a ball? [vanadium]

[huzzah!]

damn, i am good. he purred, raising his eyebrows and wiggling them seductively. The avery river was one of his favourite places to be, his reflection was barely tainted by the river's current, it was smooth until the rippled effects of water moving over rocks kicked in. But other than that, odd little weakness, the river was perfect. The sides of the river wasn't muddy at all, no sand but smooth little pebbles that didn't even dinge the color of his paws, a handsome thick white, thicker than his chest, whose white fur was brightly transparent.

He was a handsome fellow, a knight in shining armor, who knew it. So sue the wolf for lust and pride, he had every right. Even the impudent of wolves could tell that Huzzah was a grace on the earth's crust, a walking, breathing god. At the thought, he breathed in, let it out and sent another dazzling smile to the river below. Really, his parents should have called him vanity. Huzzah Vanity, it didn't have a nice of ring as Huzzah Festivity, and with a smooth lick of the chest, which he liked to compare to a bird's down, but without all the diesease.

Yet, even when he compared himself with all the gods creation, it just wasn't the same without someone there to gloat, er, show off. No, to have someone's opinion of his handsome brutishness. As if anyone could resist such charm, that captivating smile, and loving eyes. He frowned as he tried that look once more, before laughing it off. Huzzah was so in love with himself, it wouldn't work on him. ah, so now what, you handsome devil you.

[/color] He said, almost sad with loneliness.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]