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08-07-2013, 06:58 AM
Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me
Ocena seemed a little startled by his nip, more than she usually would be. Perhaps he should've been more careful and more gentle with her, considering the condition she was in. He drew up his head well out of her reach, eyes glittering faintly with silent humor her muzzle found it's way into his chest fur. He let her have her retribution, but the chuckling faded into a quiet smile when she relaxed and softened into him. So she wasn't in the mood for play, very well, he'd keep things feather soft with her. Poor gal was dealing with enough discomfort as it was. As any distance between them vanished, Gargoyle lifted his nearest foreleg and laid it gently across her black silk fur, silently inviting her to use his other foreleg as a pillow for her tired head. Meanwhile, the male let out a wordless rumble that borderlined a growl at his mate's snort. It was what counted as a chuckle for him. The image that her words conjured up, one of him waddled like a potbellied boar, was a little too much even for the stotic creature. His ribcage quivered with silent mirth. It did him good to see that Ocena, despite the blessing and burden she was carrying was still as fiesty and fine as ever. The male ducked his head down for another attempt as affection, this time a lick to be planted on either the cheek or the head, depending on if Ocena had decided to lay in his arms. It was delicate but lingering, meant to soothe her and distract her from the weight of the bodies nestled up inside her. She said she was ready for them to be born, well Gargoyle was too. "I can't wait to meet them," the beast said quietly, and for a moment he gazed now his mate's flank to the buldge that stuck out all the more when she lay down. Somewhere in the back of his head he still worried of course - about whether or not there would be too many or they would be too big. But Ocena's words on the subject when he had brought it up had soothed him more than he'd realized. And her having gone through it once just fine - that made it safer, right? Oh like he knew anything about giving birth. His golden eyes fell once more upon his love's face. "Though I have to admit," he murmured, "I'm also looking forward to having you back to myself," Was it odd that when she was pregnant there was a part of him that felt vaguely jealous? Oh of course it was overwhelmed by the joy of pups and the pride of a father, but the little bit of pocession was there too. When Ocena was expecting he had to remember that there were pups present - even if he couldn't see them. And of course he couldn't toss her around or give her wolfy-back rides or any of the other games they played together. He let out a slow exhale, enjoying their closeness and warmth. He really couldn't help it now, but with her laying there so beautiful and kissable, his mind went straight back to the evening on the mountainside. That evening when he'd trapped her down beneath him like two pups wrestling and they'd practically smothered each other in licks. Every moment spent around his Ocena was precious, but there were a handful of them that were blissful enough to make heaven jealous. GARGOYLE
41 inches of doberman & timber wolf been just about everything but a saint |
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