paralyzing comfort

*Nibelheim* · 10-14-2013, 07:39 PM

Nibelheim delighted in every whine, every whimper, every keen that passed those scarred velvet lips. They were the sweetest of harmonies, borne of misery, contention and ambiguity. He would allay her fears as they presented themselves like plebeians to a King?s dais, each to leave with a decree to trust in him, seek only his comforts, to look nowhere else but his side to stand. And he was heartened by the knowledge that Cashmere may very well surpass his expectations. She may very well be the perfect little peon.

He offered another comfort, an assuring rub of his chin across her back that was both meant to reassure her as much as it was to lay his scent on her, a subtle act of tenure. She was tiring and he didn?t want to stress her too badly. If he wanted her to recover speedily he would need to find her ? them, a place to stay for the winter. A proper shelter was in order. Food too was going to be another thing to ponder over as she was stretched too thin for his liking.

?All in good time.? He rumbled quietly, a serene smile curling his lips. ?Rest libeling, I guard you tonight. None but zhe wind will brush your fur.? He soothed.

Speech,

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