Count on It [puppy birthing]
02-13-2013, 12:21 PM
Collision kept a solid stature as usual, his long legs beneath him as he sat upright, giving soleil room to speak to Chrys. She would make comments of his youth, nothing disrespectful of course, and it was highly appreciated, for he wasn't the one to be feared. It was indeed his wife. Chrys would quickly bid her pardon. The golden eyed king would speak up as she turned to leave, urgency in his tone, he was not going to lose her. "Don't stray beyond my recognition, there is much to decide, and I won't lose you in the meantime," Salmon tongue would roll from his lips and slide across his inky lips as he finished speech, attention acutely turned back to his youth. Hopefully, he would prove to be a good father. It was indeed pertinent. Proud simper would draw across his facade upon turning back to his young and wife. Soleon. Collision and Soleil. Such a blissful incorporation of the two. Hopefully, he would prove to be a powerful, capable young man. She seemed to agree with the name he had chosen, proudly shouting it was perfect and that really made the sovereign feel as though he had done something right already. Her tongue would lace his face and he would be left with one of many kisses from her. His head would run the length of her own and he would look at his other two bits of perfection. What would they call them? Tail tapped against the ground until it too seemed Soleil knew exactly what to do. His bride would smile, and look at the babe, cooing a single word. Azalea. Like a flower. She surely was as pretty as one. And may death due the pardoning bid anyone albeit himself who noticed it. "Perfect," His large frame would settle again against the Earth and beside his wife. After figuring a title for their final whelp, he would need to speak to her on his plans for them all. He was not going to leave them to pillage as dreadful vagabonds by themselves. His family would be surrounded, provided for, and raised in an environment that would sprout undeniably capable canine. "What about Fire? Nice, simple," The male looked at her carefully in endearing wait, the timing easy, conversation light and casual. It was not the best name he could have come up with, but surely the male could grow into it if she liked the title. Speech! |
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