The mother daughter dance
06-21-2014, 01:14 PM
Wolf from dawnthieves, manip by Ocena. Character belongs to Denden! Her daughter's voice poured into her tall ivory audits, and her small smile grew just a fraction. Such a lovely young woman Zlata was indeed, she was going to grow into a lovely lady who would win over every heart in Alacritia. The sensation of her child's muzzle rubbing against her shoulder was muted, as if the nerves under her flesh were half asleep. It was odd, but at least she could feel her babe's touch. A gentle caress from her salmon tongue would be placed between the ebony audits of the young girl, and the alabaster queen would smile just a little and nuzzle her daughter's tiara. The little one apologized, for what the pallid woman did not know. When an explanation slowly came forth, the lady would shake her head ever so slightly, still keeping her small grin upon her features. "My dear, it is okay." She would croon in a gentle voice wrapped in it's warm accent, her muzzle would tilt downwards, haunches falling gracefully to rest upon a root beneath her. She lowered her crown somewhat so she could look into the youngsters eyes, meeting identical orbs. When Zlata spoke again, a knee jerk response made her tongue lash instantly for a reply. "Do not say that!" She snapped, her placid demeanor falling away for a moment. Slowly she built it back up again, a shuddering breath coming into her lungs. "My dearest daughter, nothing is your fault. It was my time, the gods did not want me to be with you anymore. There is nothing wrong with that." Silken vocals would murmur, a slow blink of her eyes assuring her utterly calm state. She had made peace with the fact that she was dead, and that was the end of it. "Your father and I loved you and your brother from the moment you were born, and it was that love that bade me follow you in a quest to bring you home. It was no one's fault that the gods had other plans, so please do not blame yourself." She continued, reaching out one broad paw to bring her child closer. She would aim to pull the smaller she wolf in toward her breast, and tuck her silver cranium under her own chin. "speech!" |
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