Oxygen for your Eulogy

Thankfully he didn’t push the issue of more sex. She silently gave her thanks for that, well aware that he could have and she would of been unable to truly defend herself, having no self defensive training. Of course no one asked her if she wanted to learn and she probably would of told them yes. She honestly loved to learn, she just hadn’t been given much opportunity yet.

His answer for where he came from brought her ears turning forward. It sounded like he travelled a lot, he might love that, and the idea of travelling did appeal to Eulogy. Though she also wasn’t sure she could. She being nose blind and all kind of made that harder to do. ”It sounds like an adventure i would of loved….” His question brought her ears back again and her head turning to him with her eyes on his. This was a story and a half she felt. A sigh came before she started, ”I’m the product of a rape, born to my mother and one of the only two she was allowed to keep of my litter. My sister was lucky, she was allowed to be just a general slave, but i was kept as a breeding bitch. The whole pack i was born in was that way. They kept slaves to make their numbers greater and took their children from them to trade to others and sell.” She should of never been. She always told herself this. No matter how much Rhyme and Rhythm loved her.