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Silverback


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08-11-2013, 02:55 PM




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For supposedly being so different, the male was reading her well. Extremely well. Sincerely, he told her that he believed he understood the gesture, and perhaps also what had fueled it. And with that smile on his face... Scars or no, he looked absolutely adorable in that moment. There was a part of Silverback which liked watching him dance for her, feeling him tuck his head under her chin, seeking her warmth and her touch. It all proved to please her vanity. But that was not to say there wasn't something deeper too. They had been open to eachother. Though only having met for a minutes, it did seem as though fate had made them tailor made to understand one another. To, at least for the time they were together, fill the missing gaps in their hearts.

Why could he have been a leopard? Was that too much to ask of the fates? He truly would've made a great one. And it was then that a thought struck her: Assuming that one day she did find a male, and assuming he wasn't dusty to the point of death, what if he was a complete a--? What if he felt nothing of the tugging loneliness or the pride for their species as a whole that Silverback felt? What if he didn't like? Wolf or no, Bane's persona was all that she could desire in a mate. He was deep and sober, wary and thoughtful, and most of all, he was ready to please.

Silverback felt her purring unconsciously kicking in when the male brought his skull neath hers. Apparently she couldn't help herself. She hadn't been shown anything like affection since her early days with her mother - and for one thing, that had stopped the first winter after her sibilngs died and the old she-cat prepared herself for Silver's death too, and for another, it was a completely different genre of love. What was happening here and now was something that instinct had prepared her for since she was two, but it had never happened before.

"What would you have me do? Who said we cannot be together just for tonight?"

The weight of his question was all that was needed to push her over the edge of a decision. As his scarred body thread itself acrost hers, she leaned her head down, stretching her thick neck to let her fur caress his. He was so open. So sweet. And apparently his mind and heart were in the same place as hers. His words rechoed in her head: Who said? An increase of volume to her purr, bringing it from a whisper to a more audible level, was her agreement. His attempt at a recreation of a cat's love-word was precious, and not half bad actually. The sadness and puzzlement had all but vanished from her eyes now, and with a spark of humor, the last trace left. "You're perfectly right, you know," she said, her voice slipping back into silver timbres. Before there could be a break in the contact, the she-cat rose, and tucking her head low, now came up along his side, her purring going through dips and peaks as she moved. Her back arched with pleasure, and she leaned into him, to the point of almost worrying about him falling over. In cat fashion, she rubbed the flat top of her head against his side. "A wolf like you deserves a better fate," she said gently, coming up til she stood beside and slightly behind him. "Lets forget our troubles for tonight."

(ooc: probably one or two more posting rounds and then I'll want to fade to black ;) )

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