Those lips and your brown eyes
12-03-2015, 10:20 AM
Isolde had not gone so very far despite the long days that passed since Gethin's departure. The season would slowly change wo winter, aiding in Isolde's will to linger where she was. She'd always had trouble with the winter. She was always cold and could never find quite enough to eat. This year her luck was slightly better, for a few weeks she'd been dining on a deer that had broken its leg. Debilitated it had crawled around in pain and terror until Isolde found it and put it out of its misery. At this point Isolde was begging to be put out of her misery. The last winter she had endured she'd been a slave, and knowing that she couldn't get pregnant in that situation she and Soliloquy had not touched one another no matter how badly they'd wanted to. Sol was on her mind a lot over the time her new companion was gone. She'd loved the man dearly, and every time she went over the events that passed she cursed herself for being so stupid. She'd tried to save her son, and in the end she had lost all of her family. These dark thoughts seemed to suppress the desires of her heat. There had been a couple of suitors that had come to search for her, but neither had been Gethin and she'd done her best to keep herself hidden from them. She was laying out now, she wanted the fresh cool air despite its temperature. She'd thought she was going to be alone too, there hadn't been anyone snooping around the last few days so when she heard the crashing of paws steps through the woods she'd feel herself tense. Would she need to get ready to run? Her soft brown gaze would watch the forest intently, all but coiling her feet beneath her. She waited until the last possible moment, but when she finally saw the face with the form she'd relax all over again. Ears would fall to her skull like an eager puppy seeing their master after a distance apart. She'd smile softly and lower her head slightly as her tail thumped rhythmically at the ground behind her. She'd whine softly as he made his way to her side, her name would leave his lips as he pushed against her and She'd lean back into his touch as she made to nuzzle his furry cheeks. "Hello, Gethin." She'd whisper back as she tried to with hold the relief she felt at his return. Before he'd only kept her for the majority of 24 hours, but in that time he'd grasped her firmly. Isolde felt herself his. |
