Battle Scars[Demonio]
03-10-2013, 02:08 PM
Her words were powerful, self assured, filled with confidence. She meant every word she spoke and that rung loud and clear in the strength of her words. Her two-toned gaze brightened as he mentioned he had already considered such things. Desdemona had never pictured herself the motherly type, especially after what had happened a few years prior, but to know that it was his child that would swell her belly... her heart beat erratically within its confinement, her breath came quick and fast. Those pups would be gorgeous, absolutely stunning. An ivory coat and a combination of their colored oculars. It was something she not only wanted, but couldn't wait for. Demonio would make for an amazing father. She smiled gently at him from her place within the river. "Are pups what you desire my heart? We shall have as many as you would like." She purred to him, her voice laced with silky tones and barely suppressed desire. Despite her injuries and her still throbbing pains. She wanted him with her, for always, forever. He was nothing short of phenomenal, exceptional, extraordinary, and he was hers. Her mate, her love, her companion, her dearest friend. He stalked forward in the cool waters, attending her side, his own pink ribbon brushing the crown of her head and working its way down her maw, a rumble of contentment bubbling up from his chest as he answered her words of love with his own. She responded with a gentle whine, her own sound one of longing and love as he continued to bathe her face in gentle kisses. They remained in the creek for a short while and once the majority of her pain had faded and her bleeding had stopped, she used him for support to hoist herself up and out of the water. It drained for her coat in massive streams and she shook hard, soaking her mate to the bone, amusement glittering in her gaze and a coy smile painted upon her maw as she buried her nose into the crook behind his ear. "Oops..." Completely unrepentant. "Come love, help me back to our den and then you can go fetch us a nice meal." With Demonio's help, she limped the short distance back to their den and collapsed upon the floor, body sprawling out among the soft grass. Speech, |