May All The Demons of Hell Protect You
Cierzo
10-20-2023, 05:13 PM
Once Cierzo had been deposited upon the fur, Mistral's gaze went back to scanning their surroundings like the good guard that he was. He would allow no danger to happen upon them for lack of being vigilant. As the sweet, soft words of his sister drifted towards mismatched ears, some of the brutes rigidity lessened. Only Cierzo could soften him. His paws were covered in swamp muck and his belly and chest were wet, so he lay at the edge of the bison fur but not upon it. Leaning across, Mistral tenderly nuzzled into one silken, rose colored cheek. "I do," his volcanic tones rumbled softly. "If you are not worthy of such attention, no one is or ever will be." Couldn't she see how dear she was to him? The swamp seemed to forget that they existed. All of the sounds went back to normal. Though his senses were all on high alert, Mistral did lower his blocky skull to the ground, resting it on the fur beside the smaller frame of his sister. This was where he belonged, at her side, always. This was where he had always belonged. Cierzo was the only good thing to ever have come from their father so Mistral couldn't hate him entirely. Wish him dead, yes, but not total hatred. "Speech" |
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