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08-04-2013, 08:36 PM
Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me
Gargoyle wasn't the sort to play pranks, but he couldn't help a little surprise. He'd seen his mate sitting pretty on the beach, and had just sort of stopped to gaze at her. Did she know how beautiful she looked? It could've been a painting - one one black wolf sitting amidst the beach with the blue sky and the rolling surf set out before her. A gull or two wheeled over head and landed on the beach to fight about some tidbit of fish. Their screeching awoke Gargoyle from his daydream and for an idle minute he thought about killing them and having them for lunch with his wife, but as soon as he glanced back towards her she was gone. She'd started moving off down the beach a bit to where an outcropping of black stone provided shade against the summer sun. She moved differently now that she was so heavily pregnant. The worry that often nagged at the back of Gargoyle's head was swept away by how absolutely adorable his mate looked when she waddled like that. Of course she probably didn't find it as endearing as he did. And with that, Gargoyle set off to find something. A few minutes later, with the wind on his side, he'd crept up to the black stones. Quiet as a mouse he'd come, taking the boulders like stepping stones and refusing to put a paw down unless he knew it would land as soft as silent as snow. Forwards he came until he mounted the boulder that his dearly beloved was resting under. Would she be snoozing by now? Had she heard him coming. What a sight it would've been had any of the kids been around- to see their bear sized father, perching himself precariously on the lip of the stone, almost hanging out over the edge, but trying not to be seen. Finally, he let drop the object he'd had clasped in his jaws. It was a flower - or a couple of them. Gargoyle of course had no idea how rare a gem he'd just plucked from the earth, all he knew was that they were pretty and they deserved to be Ocena's. In fact, they were a type of hot pink clutei - which looks something like a cross between heather and snapdragons. He'd found a patch of them in a warm spot of the cliffs the other day. Only once the flowers had been delivered did he hang his head a little lower, looking almost upside into the shady overhang Ocena had found herself. "Hello lover," he rumbled. GARGOYLE
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