re, a drop of golden sun
11-12-2014, 03:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-12-2014, 03:22 PM by Motif I.)
Rhy would speak again, in answer to her question and Motif would tense, pausing in her grooming at the thought of Rhythm in danger. No, no one would mess with Rhythm, they would have a very angry, very pregnant bitch on their case if anyone ever dared try. Not to mention Bass's wrath... her lip quirk at the corner at the thought of Bass and Motif making a tag team against anyone that ever thought to hurt Rhythm. She imagined Bass, angry and firm and strong and Motif, panting and heaving in her stride beside him, ten times more pregnant then she was now. She shook her head to dispel the image, flicking her tail gently against Rhythm as she thought. ?Confused by a smile? What a strange life he must lead? she mused, thinking of her family, of Bass and Motif. For a moment she thought of the children inside of her, and her stomach rolled at the thought that they might grow up in a world that would cause them to be confused my a smile.. no, she would never allow that. She would speak to their father, she would gain everything she could from him on what their lives might be like if he took them, and only... only if she knew they would be happy would she dare leave them in his care, she had enough maternal instinct for this at least. "Speech" |
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