Morning's Light
06-06-2013, 12:32 AM
Crystalline blues slid open at the splash of water, her den was seated in the most lovely of places. A small stream drooped down from the top, making a constant trickle of never-flowing water from the top of her den, into a tiny stream that continued on down the mountain. She had seen no one save for Nnoitra and Desdemona since she had given birth, she had called to them to announce her pups, they had come, congratulated her and had vanished, Luce wouldn't have it any other way. No one else in Tortuga gave two shits about her and she was fine. She had everything she needed here, in the form of her young pups. Jacques was missing from his place within her embrace and she frowned. She had told them not to leave the den without her, not yet, they were still far too small. her tail would lash behind her, angry it seemed, before her head would slide beside the water, seeking her son. She would find him, playing in the stream, he anger would vanish just as quickly as it had come, relief taking its place. Escaping the clutches of her den she approached him swiftly as to not wake his siblings, she was already beginning to slim back down, it wouldn't be long until she returned to that flawless lithe bodice she worked so hard to maintain. "Jacques, playing without me? And here I thought I was your favorite?" The French accent escaped her hard and heavy, she had already begun teaching them simple words in French, they would know her native tongue if it killed her. She lowered her maw, to nuzzle him softly, showering the lad in affection. Speech, |