Little Longings
02-16-2014, 04:48 PM
The cross marked girl would make her retreat from her first meeting with the tailless man, her heart would still beat erratically as slate colored paws would carry her to the white marked wood. She would pick her way through the overgrown place as she followed the scent towards the pool at the forests center. An odd smile would sit upon her marked lips as she padded up to the edge of the water, gently bending down to graze its surface she would lap up the cool liquid. Dark hued ears would angle back to listen for any approaching foot steps. She had to guess that her family would begin to worry about her, after all she had been gone the whole evening anything could have happened. She remembered the thoughts of keeping herself loyal to the legion and her family, but every time she thought of Themisto the same half dazed smile would cross her lips. As she finished her drink and brought her pristine tiara from the water she would catch a whiff of Themisto's scent that still clung to her pelt. Already she wished to be whisked back to him, his infectious joy running through her cold veins had been exhilarating. Addictive. Never had she felt such happiness with anyone. A whist full sigh would fall from her sweet jaws as she let her haunches coil beneath her. What was she going to do? Speech, |