I NEED A SAVING GRACE
11-02-2013, 05:45 AM
Basilisk Saxe knew this moment was coming ... but just how soon, he had not been sure. His attention would jolt towards Cataleya's cry as it echoed across the flat terrain, a call filled with pain and need and anger alike. Only briefly did the corners of his lips flick upward in a faint smirk. It was funny knowing that, in a way, she needed him -- just as he needed her. Slowly he would twist his body upright, clambering to all fours and immediately heading in her direction, knowing the consequences would be dire if he ignored her. And part of him wanted to see her children regardless, though he wouldn't admit that even to himself. He was not far from her -- he never was -- and so it only took him a few minutes to reach her side in the den that they shared. He made no effort to be quiet as he made his presence known, not wanting to startle her. Her pain was obvious, and he would slide near her. If she wanted him gone, she would tell him quickly, and she knew he would listen. Somewhat instinctively he lapped at her face, hoping he could ease some of the pain, or at least distract her. Either it would soothe her pain or piss her off and distract her from the contractions that had begun to ripple through her body. Either way, it seemed a decent enough plan. |