Something To Tell You
Naiche
05-19-2021, 05:46 AM
Naiche's face screwed up a little and Asla gave him a minute to work through the shock. He repeated her words and she didn't answer because there was no point in repeating herself. In time, he managed to speak again, but this time he was essentially asking how many men she'd slept with. Purple eyes narrowed as she looked at him. "Smooth." Guys could be terribly insensitive sometimes. Not that he was wrong. She'd slept with four men since she'd kicked down the sexy door. But still, did he have to make her sound like such a whore to her face? If he wasn't in the running, why would she even be telling him? "You or Mojito," she spoke dryly, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch in irritation. Or Indigo or Ocean, but she was fairly certain that it was between Naiche and Mo, simply because of the time frame and how far along she was. "I guess we'll see when they're born." Asla rose and moved out of the chamber, towards a dish that was filled with water. She wet her tongue mostly so that she had something to do. Flicking the droplets of water from her chin with that same tongue, she curled her neck enough to look at the golden wolf. She was so disconnected right now. Naiche was not Indigo, therefore he did not have her heart. No one could compare to Indigo. There was some respect there for Naiche and they were indeed friends, but she would never love him. Again, she thought about how unfair it was for the man. Now, not only did she not love him, but the hormones that came along with being pregnant were making her cold and unfeeling. Duty. Furthering the Fatalis line was a duty. "Since I'm carrying the future of the Fatalis bloodline and the future of the Armada, I've taken on some extra muscle." A woman, whom she'd feel more comfortable having beside her all the time rather than the clinging Naiche or the fretting Mojito. "Acantha is her name and she's going to be my new guard." Just like Kaizer was supposed to be, but the woman wasn't nearly as reliable. "She may stay here a while until she builds her own den." Asla's brows lifted but her expression remained serious. The look silently asked if he had any questions. "Speech" |