close but no cigar
Ultyr
09-30-2024, 11:14 PM
She did her best to not look in Ultyr's eyes. Everything in her "training" told her it was a bad move. That he might feel challenged, might feel like she wanted to fight him. She stood no chance of fighting him. But the moment a paw touched her she tensed and closed her eyes, expecting a slap or something harsher. Only the touch was gentle.
"I will show you... a different way... to celebrate." she heard the words, but she couldn't answer. She could feel his paw move from her cheek, tracing her tear stain mark. The gentle way he touched her confusing to her. Her eye squinted open barely, confusion and fear danced within. He was making it hard to look anywhere that wasn't his fiery oranges. It went against everything she knew. She tried her best to look to the side and not in his eye.
She could smell his breath now. Feel the heat of it. Her heart was hammering. Had she done something wrong? Then something soft, gentle. A kiss light as a feather. The shock and confusion of the action had her eye opening and shifting to his face. She'd never been kissed by a male that wasn't her father before. She'd dreamed of such things once, having known the princess of Judila once, dreamed of them kissing her. Though her memory and love for them had been tainted... she couldn't remember oath for anything but his voice now, couldn't remember vayne for anything but a pelt. None of them would want her, none of them cared for her, they hadn't come to rescue her when she begged in her mind for it. Had prayed numerous nights, lost her faith for it.
Yet here was Prince Ultyr kissing her and treating her kindly. He'd even put her out of harms way when he fought. What kind of master did that? Did he actually care? Those thoughts and that confusion furrowed her brow as she looked at him. Though one snap and she would look away again. Did he know verbal correction after the first beating was all she had likely needed? How much did he know? Did he see?
Another thought and she lowered her head to look at herself. She was ugly. Skin and bones. Too short tail, too thin body, fur holding salt from their swim, unkempt from being to scared to stop to groom herself. Scared he was going to hurt her. She was ugly. There was no way he wanted her for anything but convenience and a place to dump his seed. She shouldn't think otherwise.
A tear made its way from her blinded eye at the revelation to herself.
"Things I Hear"
"I will show you... a different way... to celebrate." she heard the words, but she couldn't answer. She could feel his paw move from her cheek, tracing her tear stain mark. The gentle way he touched her confusing to her. Her eye squinted open barely, confusion and fear danced within. He was making it hard to look anywhere that wasn't his fiery oranges. It went against everything she knew. She tried her best to look to the side and not in his eye.
She could smell his breath now. Feel the heat of it. Her heart was hammering. Had she done something wrong? Then something soft, gentle. A kiss light as a feather. The shock and confusion of the action had her eye opening and shifting to his face. She'd never been kissed by a male that wasn't her father before. She'd dreamed of such things once, having known the princess of Judila once, dreamed of them kissing her. Though her memory and love for them had been tainted... she couldn't remember oath for anything but his voice now, couldn't remember vayne for anything but a pelt. None of them would want her, none of them cared for her, they hadn't come to rescue her when she begged in her mind for it. Had prayed numerous nights, lost her faith for it.
Yet here was Prince Ultyr kissing her and treating her kindly. He'd even put her out of harms way when he fought. What kind of master did that? Did he actually care? Those thoughts and that confusion furrowed her brow as she looked at him. Though one snap and she would look away again. Did he know verbal correction after the first beating was all she had likely needed? How much did he know? Did he see?
Another thought and she lowered her head to look at herself. She was ugly. Skin and bones. Too short tail, too thin body, fur holding salt from their swim, unkempt from being to scared to stop to groom herself. Scared he was going to hurt her. She was ugly. There was no way he wanted her for anything but convenience and a place to dump his seed. She shouldn't think otherwise.
A tear made its way from her blinded eye at the revelation to herself.
Lailah is a rated M character, her threads will likely contain possibly triggering material. Please read her with caution.
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.
Ganymede may crash any of Lailah's threads as he sees fit and is welcome where ever she goes.
Both Ganymede and Ultyr may powerplay her as needed.
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