Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
10-30-2014, 02:18 PM
Motif had jumped when Rhythm had first found herself on the rock, and already the sister would realize she was not who she usually was. Even more so she would become convinced as her sister?s actions would point to something rather wrong. A growl would come from her lips, though that would hardly deter the darker sister. Instead of returning the nuzzle she?d pull away, this was so completely out of sorts for her sister. Confusion would sprad as she tried to put her finger on symptoms. The scent change, obvious grumpiness, not being herself.. Still it would elude her for just a bit longer. Motif would huff, snapping at her question and trying to feign perfect health. She?d turn away and Rhythm would feel a bit dejected when she turned back around confessing the last symptom. She?d apologize and Rhythm would take a seat before her, ears at her skull as she wasn?t sure if Motif would snap at her again or not. As her sister would turn back the scent would be whipped up once again, and realization would surround Rhythm?s consciousness. The timeline made sense, she?d obviously been with a man recently, how could there be another explanation. "Actually, Mo. I think you?re not as alright as you seem." She?d try to gain her sister?s gaze as her ears swiveled into a more serious position, her gaze a bit harder now. "Don?t you smell it? Can?t you feel it?" She?d lean in a bit closer, "Motif, you?re pregnant." |