a single strand on the tapestry

She had his full attention, Hannibal’s black and white form shifted beside her as he teased the fur behind her ear. His tones were low and suggestive as he breathed her name and retreated from her side. Magenta gaze watched his sturdy frame as he made himself comfortable in the large corner. She smiled at him, mismatched ears perked as he spoke of her den with almost accusatory tones. She perked her light colored brows as she draped her own form at the opposing wall, denying him her closeness. Though she was punishing herself as well, she felt herself with second thoughts of being so intimate at this time.

”I’d prefer to have you here with me, Hannibal.” She told him as her ivory tail flicked absently at her hips and she relaxed heavily against the stone wall. Already she slept more, and the daylight meant bed time. ”However, my alliance with Archon musn’t be interfered with, I won't submit to you until after I’ve born his pups.” She respected the Abraxas titan enough that she would remain only his until their offspring were free of her body. Not that she enjoyed the vow, it would be increasingly difficult with Hannibal so close. She needed him by her side though, if they were to rule together she wanted him to literally be her right hand.

”Will you stay here with me?” Her voice was a little more desperate. Through the excitement she was feeling there was also fear. This was her first litter, and complications in pregnancy didn’t care who you were, slave or empress. She’d hidden it from Luce so far, but it was much harder with Hannibal.