Mine.

*Sendoa* · 10-04-2013, 07:26 PM

He would rise as she lay, though this wasn't surprising. Though she were the older sibling, Isardis always sought to stand firmly on solid ground and present himself as strong and powerful. She didn't object, and graciously allowed his gentle kneading upon her nape - finding it to be pleasurable and enticing. His jaws, though threatening in their own right, knew how to be gentle and affectionate - heaven forbid those intentions ever change and seek to harm her as they had Taurig. Sendoa was sure she would have difficulty ever raising tooth or claw to her brother's pale hide.

He would speak, words droning into the fabric of her ears. ?Those moments are far too large in number, angelic one.? She often thought him an angel, particularly when he'd been a child. Oh how precious he had once been, how marvelous. He was a sight to behold now, but she remembered fondly what a tiny, adorable thing he had once been. Isardis shifted then, bringing himself in front of her and lying down on his back. He would swipe at her playfully, to which she would extend her neck as far as it would reach, aiming to nibble upon the thick fur on the side of his neck. No doubt this would be a sensitive area that any warrior would seek to protect, but he would surely know she could never dream of harming him.

?speak,?

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