AN ENGLISHMAN IN NEW YORK
02-03-2014, 02:27 PM
Her beloved awoke, looking over at her. She offered a soft smile to the man as he got up, shaking himself off. As he left the den, a sigh would leave the lips of the alabaster she wolf. Propping herself up on her elbows, she gently grabbed Corvusi's scruff and lifted the tiny ebony feline off of her flank. Standing, she quickly placed the petite she cat around the pups before they could wake. Slowly she would get to her feet, relishing in the cracking of her cramped bones and the stretching in her softening muscles. As she left the den, her large paws struck the terra with little sound. Joining her mate outside the den, she nuzzled his neck and placed a gentle kiss upon his soft ivory cheek. "Good morning lyubit, how have you fared as of late?" Faintly accented lyrics, ethereal in tone, would inquire with a whispery gentleness. A few short wags of her long banner were given as she seated herself at the side of her mate. How was he doing now? Most likely he was still recovering from the traumatic birth of their stillborn child, and she felt terrible for having let him experience that. Stillbirths were common in her family, due to their small hips and petite frames. She should have told him it was a possibility, but she hadn't the guts to inform him that he could have to watch the birth of death. She would lean her tiara upon the powerful shoulder of her beloved, liquid mercury optics would take in the rising sun over the tops of the mangrove trees, enjoying the beauty of the moment spent with Magnus. Soon she would have to bring it up, but not now, not quite yet. Talk like this |
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