pull the lever, watch 'em spin
04-13-2015, 07:39 AM
It still struck her as deeply surprising that their nieces and nephews hadn't even given them a chance. Hadn't Drashiel and Roman not taught them that nothing surpassed family? That the Armada blood was more valuable than anything else in the world? She wouldn't use their loss of their parents as much of an excuse for their behavior; her own mother had abandoned her, and while she loved her father dearly, Isardis has never been there for her like a father ought to. She had struggled to even survive as a whelp and she owed almost nothing to her parents -- the fact that they essentially had to raise themselves wasn't a good enough excuse for her to forgive their stubbornness. She watched him as his head seemed to spin -- surprised at the sudden emotion that gripped him and refused to relinquish its hold on his heart. A soft sigh left her lips again, at the mention of his mom, and she would eagerly press her nose into his neck, needy and wanting for his touch. "What do we do, Kyarst?" her question sounded more hopeless than she'd intended it. "They don't want anything to do with us." She had to remind herself, though, that they were merely children. Perhaps they would mature, and would eventually want to know them, to accept them as family. But what would they do until then? A soft sound left the woman's lips, nearly a whine as she sought to intertwine her body with Kyarst's. If anything, he was the only constant left in her life and suddenly she felt like she might crumble into a million pieces if he left her now. Overwhelmed with emotion, mirroring his own turmoil, she pressed desperately against his throat. Her tongue would lash from between her jaws to caress the fur there, aiming for the more sensitive areas, happy that he would allow himself to be vulnerable to her.. even if he hated every second of it. |
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.