In the Dead of Night

*Azalea* · 08-25-2013, 10:19 PM

She watched the moon bathed male drop to the ground, looking quite thoroughly defeated from where she sat. As she whined though his head lifted and his attention returned to her. It didn't take him long to enter the den again, standing in front of her, considering her. Saying his name did the trick, his tongue brushed her brow roughly.

?I am here. You have me to run to when the world is too much, my shoulder to lean on, my ears to hear you. Neither one of us knows what they are doing, and I?m scared too. I?ve never felt these things either, Azalea. Not to mention, your father would probably tear me apart if he knew what I felt for you.? She laughed lightly, a bit manic. Damn these roller coaster emotions! Her desire for him was awakening again, weakly stumbling forth to try and claim her heart again.

Azalea nuzzled him roughly, "I don't think he would destroy what makes me happy." She seemed to be searching for words. "That would just be... rotten!" When the male laid down again, Azalea scooted closer practically laying on top of him.

?So? what now?? He asked, two words enough to sum up their situation and feelings. "Well..." Her tail pulled in lightly and she looked at him bashfully. She nuzzled into his boney angles, unable to think about how he needed to eat... a lot. Her suggestive "well" was almost teasing, she doubted that Sarak would accept her such a way. He was bashful and polite, a gentleman.

Speech,

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