no rest for the wicked
11-24-2018, 11:16 AM
She thanked him and his ears rose. He paused in his step to turn his head and watch as she scrambled to her feet. She could barely keep her delight under control. It oozed off her shaking body as she found her legs and came to his side. He watched her with great interest. He didn't need to claim her, she was already his. With just a touch of kindness, that he did not perceive as such, had her eager for his company. For a few heartbeats, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Let her stay in his company or leave her in the shadows? He had already offered her the choice so he shook his head and pushed out the thought.
"Tell me your story." He spoke as he began to walk again. He was careful in his step and if she started to fall behind he would pause again. He would even reach out and nudge her softly his muzzle or hip if he felt she was moving down a path that was unstable. "Step here," he whispered as to not interrupt her too much as she told her tale. He was quite interested in how she ended up tailless and with crumpled ears. Was she a slave, a runt in the litter and just constantly picked on? Or was she a criminal and now feared for further punishment? Whatever her book read he wanted the details. "Let the darkness sleep"
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