ardent

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Aslatiel

Loner

Master Hunter (245)

Master Fighter (245)

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age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
99
size
Small
build
Light
posts
1,054
player
Res

Samhain 2022Statue 1 Worship
06-30-2021, 07:34 AM


With the pups weaned, Aslatiel had been working hard to get rid of the excess weight. She worked hard to get her body back to it's natural leanness, but it seemed that she would never look the same. She was by no means fat, but her hips had taken on a womanly swell and there was a feminine plumpness to her form that she kind of liked. In fact, Aslatiel didn't think that she'd ever looked this good. It was a girly thought, but she was a wash of emotions anyway, so it didn't bother her.

Having the pups would never be a regret. At first she wasn't sure how she felt about them, but as time moved on and they became little wolves rather than unspeaking blobs, she grew to love them. The pair of them were perfection. Satira was quick and bright and Arc was loving and protective. She couldn't have asked for better children. What they brought with them though... that, she could do without.

Sadness. Deep, unending, life draining sadness. It consumed her every waking moment. Asla fought to put on a mask like she had when she was younger. She tried to act normal around everyone else and especially around the children, but she knew that they saw. Arc mentioned it here and there and the pups were extra loving when she was noticeably sad. What could she do about it other than wait it out and hope that eventually she would go back to normal?

The pups were with their respective father's having sleepovers. Asla would be all alone when she went back to her den. So lost was she in sadness that the rich scent of the one that she loved didn't even register. Entering the den, the woman's galactic gaze rested upon the giant, purple form of her brother. Surprise struck, but so did other things. Tears instantly filled her eyes and Asla launched herself at Indigo, crushing herself against his chest. Everything she had been holding in since the pups were born came rocketing forth like a tidal wave. She felt safe showing Indigo this emotion and so, pressed against his chest, Aslatiel sobbed violently.

"Asla" -- "Indy"

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