never danced like this

*Kyarst* · 03-04-2015, 09:34 PM

He would file away the knowledge that both her grandparents ruled but it was her grandmother in charge for later use, and then of course he lapsed into his own tale about how he'd gotten here. His tale had left him saddened and morose, but his sidelong glance at her would reveal her closer proximity to him. She had moved closer in efforts to comfort him, he suspected. An ear flicked back over his skull, followed by the other as he allowed himself yet another moment to grieve for his parents. She was looking right at him, and for a moment he felt at peace. He leaned in the extra few inches, allowing his fur to tangle with her own, his hot flesh to meet hers. Her scent had not gone by the wayside, but until now he'd been able to ignore it fairly well. Already he could feel the heat rising between his hind legs, and he flicked his tail idly, hoping to draw his attention away from the sensation. “It's alright,” he finally answered, his tone hushed and lacking his usual amount of confidence. “They were fierce warriors, both of them. They had more victories under their belts than anyone,” he started, wondering how far he intended to go with tidings of his family. “No one ever expected it would be an illness that felled them. My father nearly beat it... and then he disappeared.” Everyone had thought Isardis would beat it, that he would return to them in only a short time. He always had before, and yet this time was different. He shook his head, leaning away from her and eyeing the horizon as if it might run away from him. It was a defense mechanism of the Armadas. Shove down your feelings and focus on the task at hand, and he was extraordinarily skilled at doing just that.

“speak,”

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never danced like this

Kyarst