What A Beautiful Mess
10-28-2014, 06:23 PM
Only time could prove how well she took to these parasites that clung to their lives inside of her. Quelt, she barely knew the man and she hoped that he could make up for her lack of skill in the parenting area. She would not toss the helpless things aside, even though at the moment she wanted to, for she felt they were no more than a burden. But, no warrior would be so cold as to leave their offspring, wanted or not, to starve or become prey. Instead, she planned to make the things tough from the start - to bend and twist them until they become warriors that would make herself look weak. That would benefit Abaven also, would it not? But what if one or all of them turn into shy, fearful babes? I am sure weird is an understatement. She would smile briefly before pouncing on the large male, attempting to push him over onto his back. From there, kaleidoscopic eyes would stare deeply into his while she rested her weight on his abdomen. Tongue licking the man's maw gently. Daddy, huh? How does it feel to be a daddy? Ah, how I never pictured myself being a mother. In truth, it's kind of scary. Teeth would seek to nip at his cheek playfully, an attempt to forget her fears of inevitable motherhood. My dark prince. Words would purr at him softly. Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are? my actions | my words | my thoughts |