Ever Worry It Might Be Ruined

After their time together Duchess had become accustomed to his presence and showed no fear, but as he drew close there was a dullness in her gaze that never really seemed to disappear. That thought was barely at the back of his mind though, she was here for his own pleasure. Noir didn’t care for her well being nearly as much as his own. Just to keep her alive and in relative health. She requested that he sit beside her and he obliged her, lowering himself to his haunches beside her.

Her voice was soft and almost timid as she started, proclaiming her need to talk to him. Noir couldn’t have predicted what she wanted, his best guess would have been that she was going to finally go off on her own. Noir was getting older now, not that he had ever planned on settling down. He waited on her to spit it out, she was obviously struggling finding the words but the only impatience that could be seen in him was the subtle shifting from paw to paw.

Eventually she did speak and the words were certainly not what he expected. Noir’s eyes widened slightly, and surprise was swiftly overtaken with anger. He showed his teeth but did not snarl or growl. ”How did you let this happen?” He eventually returned beneath his breath.