What A Beautiful Mess
10-27-2014, 09:03 PM
The man would appear so quickly after she yelled his name. Marbled eyes would shoot daggers at him when she met his gaze. Quickly, she would approach the man, ears pinned against her skull. Ah, how ready she was to attack the man - to take out all of her anger on him. But, that simply would not change anything. No, she needed to keep this man whole and not in tiny pieces and she still wanted him around even if she really was not in the mindset to admit that. She was standing close enough that her breath could easily poor over the man's face, forepaws nearly kissed. Quelt! You. . . Damnit! A growl would rumble in her throat before she would begin pacing back and forth in front of him now. Where would things go from here? Her life? His? She paused, now, standing sideways of Quelt and staring off into the horizon, seemingly detached. Anger still radiated throughout her entire body. I'm pregnant. Words were spoken through a clenched jaw, making words seemed mumbled and blurred together. She would huff a sigh and turn to look at him again. With your pups. Do you know how this has changed things?! How am I suppose to tell Bass and perform my duties. You did this! You fix it! She growled angrily at the man, but was quickly overcome with another wave of dizziness. She sat down to catch her balance, head hung low with eyes closed as she took in deep breaths. Oh, how she hated feeling woozy. my actions | my words | my thoughts |