Moral to the Story
Lai and Gany
She also had a need to piss almost too often. That didn't bother her, if it wasn't for Ultyr's quickened pace it wouldn't of been an issue. His chuff caught her attention easily as she had fallen slightly behind. Not that he likely worried knowing she wasn't about to run. Her paws quickened and she caught up to his heel, panting quietly. Her fur was ruffled against the northward winds here but she could smell something on the wind that did make her mouth water. A crisp scent of clean water and the sound of a waterfall in the distance, how exciting! Though her nose twitched at a different scent. The slaver from before, intermingling again with that of the tuft of fur that Ultyr claimed was from a Morningstar princess. Her tail curled under her as much as it could to protect herself and their unborn from the man. Her ears pressed and she made sure to keep close to Ultyr's right side. Last thing she needed was to get picked off in this fog.
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.
Ganymede
Beginner Healer (0)
Beginner Hunter (0)
1 Year
Other
5
Crownteeth
"Do Not Enter" is written on the doorway Why can't everyone just go away? The walled-in cliffs of slate had guided his path as he staggered away from where he had left the body, his own aching and battered from the earlier scrap. The time that beast ‘claimed’ him as his own had lasted far too long, long enough that Ganymede had finally been pushed to his limits and beyond them. He could only take being handled, beaten, and….touched…by that disgusting creature for so long. Now his grey and pink tinted fur had been dyed red, dipped, and streaked with blood from the fight ending with the slaver in a pool of blood. There was a giddiness settled in his stomach, the kind built up from a battle and the fear of what could have happened. Ganymede kicked a few stones out of his way as he approached a softly moving stream, the water thick and sluggish with the cold of northern lands, fog swirling around his legs as he stepped into that biting creek. 'Good, will soothe the bruises, will numb everything.’ And if he was honest, he would stay in this water till it did just that. He needed the cold that seeped into his fur to focus on, something to take his mind off of the world around him for a moment. There was a hiss from between his teeth as it touched his stomach and he stretched his long forelegs out ahead of him and shifted his hips to settle into a lounging pose. Ganymede could not help the grin that stretched his lips as he stared down at the water, able to see the golden and tan pelt that hung over his shoulders. "Oh, if only you could see me now. What would you all think of me and what I've done." The soft musing had him chuckling before he settled his chin onto his crossed paws to rest for a bit longer. The pain from the bruising began to numb from the waters at least. |
Her legs weren't as long as Ultyr's though so it put her at always falling behind, normally it wasn't an issue. She wasn't moving as Stealthily as Ultyr, just at a normal, quiet from her small stature and size, pace. Her hears stayed back until Ultyr stopped and a voice came from ahead. "Oh, if only you could see me now. What would you all think of me and what I've done." Her eye went to the form ahead from behind and between Ultyr's legs. A blink. The vocals were familiar, but the face of the one they came from new to her. A cock of her head. How could she know a voice she hadn't met before? She knew the name Morningstar from life before her, always thrown around the palace of Archnemes but she didn't know them. Paws brought her forward to stand between Ultyr's front legs as she heard him answer the female ahead. "That you did what you had to do..."
Her eye passed to the pelt over the other's back. Recognition of the fur pattern immediately settling there. A press of her ears and a dropping of her eye. Good riddance she figured. A light lean to let Ultyr know she had settled there, before her legs gathered and haunches sunk to the ground. She could use a nap but Ultyr probably had other plans for today so a nap would have to wait.
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.