poor little king

N/A · 08-07-2014, 08:10 AM

The way he told her he could never leave made her smile...but the sentence after it made her drift away in thought. It didn't hurt her at all. In fact, she was beginning to realize what could lead up to this. Wren really did like Bass...a lot more than she should. But did the pair really want to skip into things so quickly? She was almost thinking the same way Bass was now. She didn't want to...mate with him now. It was all just so hard to pull away from. His warmth, the affection he offered her. It was a drug that she couldn't step away from. But she knew that if they didn't stop now, they'd do something they'd regret. And Wren definitely wasn't ready for that yet.
Resting her head onto his back, she could feel the soft vibrating coming from the man. It made a tingle run up her spine and her own 'purrs' to erupt from her throat. But she immediately pulled away from the satisfaction as a question was asked of her. Bass...wanted her to tell a story to him. She immediately searched the depths of her mind for a story her mother had told her and her siblings. Though, none seemed to pop into her head. So she just made one up.
"Two wren's lived together as mates...they were affectionate toward eachother and they actually looked out for one another constantly. Nothing could seem to split them." The woman just took her mind away from everything happening in reality...and she drifted into the story, trying to make it as interesting as possible. "But one day, the female of the pair had a sharp branch pierced through her wing. She couldn't move. So...once the male found out, he continued to care for her. Protect her..." Wren took a moment to think about the next part of the story...and it took a little while for it to completely form and leave her lips.
"He brought her food and as much water as he could. But one morning, the male came to his mate, and she had turned out to be limp. Lifeless. But he still loved her, still kissed her and sang songs to her." Wren huffed and slowly allowed her eyelids to roll shut over her emeralds. "And he didn't leave her. Ever. He stood beside his dead mate and treated her as if she was alive. Until he grew old and died beside her..." She concluded the story, her muzzle finding it's way deeper into Bass' fur.
The woman hoped that wasn't too...sad. To her, those kind of stories were touching. But Bass could always feel different. Nevertheless, she smiled, and pressed her nose up to the boy's face. This time to be playful. "Now tell me or story. Or...you can sing to me." She'd definitely rather hear his beautiful voice in a song...but it was also nice to hear a story. Either way...they were both finally getting their minds off...bad stuff.

"Speech"

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