Your Fate Is No Longer Yours {P}
08-16-2014, 09:44 PM
His intentions might have been selfish, but all the same he cared for her with no suggestions for herself. She would easily admit that she was his possession, that she belonged to him and not the other way around. Still, she?d enjoy every movement he made against her skin. As she answered his question he?d rumble in response, telling her to stay where she was while he traveled to the surface for food. She would obey him of course, even though his fresh scent trail would have been easy to follow. But what did she have to gain from leaving? She?d be all alone with no idea how to take care of herself. She relied upon this brilliant orange brute for everything. She?d keep herself by the pool, letting her wounds soak in the cool water. She?d relax, and try to enjoy the solitude. This would mark the first time he?d left her alone, and she wouldn?t even cry. The scent of a fresh kill would alert her to his returning presence first, and she?d feel a bit of tension leave her frail body as she caught a glimpse of his form turning a corner. She?d wag her tail in joy for the food, as well as his return. He?d drop the rabbits before her, showing her how well he could provide for his mistress. "Thank you," she?d whisper as her lips sought the flesh of the rodent. |