Broke Every Window in My Hotel Heart
06-30-2014, 03:33 PM
The sweetness of sleep was often grasping at Othello, she had slept most of the winter away. Slowly her strength was rising to its normal position, although she seemed to be tired most of the time. Maybe it was just from her difficult birth, or maybe it was just one of the magical things that came with being a mother. She was fast asleep when the father of her children came in, his soft nuzzle bringing her to a half awake state. She was not a good morning wolf, she hated waking up. "Not yet." She grumbled, curling her pale form closely around there pups. Scorpion should be familiar with this routine, it seemed to happen every time he tried to rouse her. Othello squinted open one purple eye, its slitted gaze rolling up to look at her yellow eyed babe. Huffing, it slid back closed as she swatted his belly with her elongated tail, trying to brush him off so that she could go back to sleep. She knew what he wanted, its what he always wanted. That horny, horny boy. That was the last thing on her mind right now, plus she was all torn up and sore down there still. She wasn't even sure if that was supposed to happen, or if Orchid would allow it. |
