Sistery Bonding

*Sendoa* · (This post was last modified: 10-17-2013, 07:54 PM by Sendoa.)

?A little daredevil,? she would recite after Abelinda said it. ?That has a nice ring to it.? She smirked, letting out a light chuckle of approval. Leave it to an Armada to be a daredevil. ?He sired me as well, little daredevil. My dam was Ainhoa Senti.? Her mother was dead, and gods knew where her sire was. Alas, she didn't think about him much anymore. ?Garaile had strong genes, it seems. You are not the first I've seen that has been an image of myself.? She wouldn't say his name, mostly because it was probably forbidden to speak it now that he had been cast out of the family. Taurig, the Tortugan King.. he looked even more like Sendoa given his size. Little Abelinda was more like a pristine, porcelain doll. No wonder Isardis had taken her in so swiftly, not only was she family.. but she was precious - a plaything to be protected and hoarded among the others. Of course that didn't mean she wouldn't be useful, but Isardis could often overlook use when it was out-shined by beauty. Abel leaned in, closing the distance quickly. With much effort Sendoa would stiffen, unsure of this sudden show of affection. Her half-sister began to groom her, licking away the russet stains of metallic blood. A growl blossomed in her chest, vibrating up to her trachea harmoniously. However, she did not shun the affection, but instead let it take it's course, ears folding back over her head.

?speech,?

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