Feed This End

Saluce Tremblay · 08-30-2010, 09:56 AM

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Saluce feelin all fatherly

Morning brought Saluce out of bed early. The behemoth gingerly crept out of bed so as to not wake it’s other occupant. Eyes softly gazed at her sleeping form as he de-tangled himself from her. Their sleep schedules where still different, they came and went so often it seemed like a poor moment to leave but as it was he was restless. Soon away from the confines of their bedroom and eventually the house he stopped by the shop, the dew that had fallen on the ground had made him slightly bicker to himself but soon the sun would be up to burn it all away. Crikets still chirped from time to time but the song birds where heralding the last vestiges of summer and even now Saluce could feel the seasons starting to shift in his bones. It would be his first fall and winter here and he didn’t know what to expect, and with a mate to take care of it all bothered him to no end.

The male had caught Nayru’s faint scent the other day, and while the sneaky girl had become quite adept at her art, it wasn’t too hard for the veteran to pick it back up. The dagger was finished and it was time to bestow it to her, and then train her how to use it with deadly efficiency. Nayru had become somewhat of a obsession to him, just a month or two ago she was so full of childhood dreams, even then though it was almost as if she was to mature for her own skin. So as he continued on his journey, the dagger in place he wondered how she had changed in the month or so it had been since he had last saw her. Saluce wasn’t sure if it was some paternal tie he had somewhat felt to her, a feeling that he had to look over her with watchful eyes, nothing really seemed to make sense to him. Everything in him was changing, he had just declared himself to a relationship, the prospect of producing children with Layla was even a pleasant if not almost enjoyable thought, and here he was thinking of Nayru as a surrogate Daughter. All somewhat different feelings for the Behemoth, Dahlia had had a weird effect on him. It seemed almost as if he was back home in Normandy, if they hadn’t have been forced to move, maybe he would have turned out different with a father figure around himself. Saluce didn’t blame his father, but never knowing him had been a burden of sorrow to him. Not to mention how he felt about looking after Gideon as well. Was he going soft? Or where these feelings, these foreign feelings heralding in his maturity. For once in his life he was happy, he loved his mate, the land was beautiful and he had settled down to create things for those who wished to have them.

So as he continued along the path toward the ocean it was that odd pelt coloring that seemed to appear in front of him as the first wisps’ of sunlight started to peak over the eastern sky behind them. Knowing all to well she would most likely have known of his arrival, even so he hadn’t taken much care to mask any sound, he simply just continued up to her, the dagger itself covered in cloth hidden from her view in his hand. “Good Morning little women” he spoke, using the nickname he had given her not so long ago. A soft warm smile encased his maw as blue orbs peered down at her wondering what the young women was thinking.

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