Grotesque Parody

Aurelia tensed as Sephiran's paw pressed against her belly. The discomfort was secondary to the blatant intrusion of her personal space, fueling her anger despite the fear that kept her immobile. His low rumble of satisfaction only stoked the fires further. Stiffening under his touch, she lashed her tail behind her, a wordless protest against his actions.

She couldn’t help the rising of her hackles as she was abruptly pushed back, her body colliding with the cold, hard ground. She snarled in response to the impact, her eyes flashing dangerously at Sephiran. His attention had moved away from her and onto the scattered herbs. The suspicion in his eyes was too evident for Aurelia to ignore.

"It’s just ginger root and mint," she spat, scrambling back to her paws. "They help with nausea, among other things." She insisted, carefully sidestepping the implication behind his question. Aurelia didn't miss the accusatory undertone in his voice, nor the look of mistrust etched deep in his eyes. She knew what he was insinuating; even as her belly swelled with life, her loyalty was called into question.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"