<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Humanoid<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Small island chain on the southwest tip.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hand raised to shield his eyes from the sun, Reo watched as Isela settled beside him. Turning onto his side with a little grunt he wiggled his hip to dig a furrow into the warm sand, making his newer position a bit more comfortable. Curiously, and a bit cautious, he looked down at all of the odd foods. Fish had always been a main staple of his diet, as it was easy for him to catch, a clean kill, and provided enough to fill him for a few days in his larger form. These things though, set before him in odd shapes and colors he had never bothered to taste. They were crumbs, comparatively to his normal meals.<br/><br/>As she talked and questioned, he remained silent, picking over the berries that were laid out before him. Finding one he thought looked interesting enough to try, he popped it into his mouth and simply sucked at it. All at once, the thing erupted on his tongue and flooded his sense of taste with likely the most sour of flavors he'd ever had. His face screwed up unintentionally for half a second until he got the reaction under control.<em>Won't be eating those again...</em><br/><br/>Figuring it was probably safer to leave the others alone, he turned his attention back to Isela as she began speaking again, this time in an apology. The more she spoke, the more of a distraction her lips became. As she neared the end of what she was saying, he had to jerk his attentions back up to her eyes so as to not seem rude. The urges in his bipedal form were definitely odd ones, but something that sparked his curiosities. A dangerous thing when it came to the hormonal silver.<br/><br/>When it came to the end of her apology, he levered himself up off the sand, decided to take the urge and simply let it sort itself out. Slipping a hand to the back of her neck, he took the time to enjoy the feeling of her skin on his palm and fingertips. Reo had to ignore the bit of mild annoyance at the few grains of sand that had stuck to his fingertips and were gently rolling about between the contact. Scooting up onto one knee to neatly straddle her body without setting weight onto her, he finally lowered his lips to hers.<br/><br/>For such a simple act, he hadn't expected the reaction that it would yield. The "tingling" that she had spoken of was only the tip of the iceburg. An absolute<em>hunger</em>for the woman washed over him, causing his fingers to tighten against the back of her neck for a moment in attempt to keep her in place. Dragging teeth across her lower lip briefly, he finally pulled back, eyes darkened and skin feeling far warmer than the temperatures on the island would invoke.<br/><br/>"You speak far, far too much Isela," he commented, licking the taste of her from his lips.. Now that he knew the attractions and emotions were mutual, he saw no reason to hold back as he did before. Pressing lips to her forehead, he stood and began walking towards the water, shirking the conjured pants as he did so. As soon as they left contact with his fingertips, they seemed to loose all shape and form and left as silvered smoke into the bare breeze.<br/><br/>After the small interaction, he wanted nothing more than to take the weight from his body, and cool himself in the mild, crystalline waters that surrounded them.