The role of the secret admire was to protect and serve, just like a warrior should do for his queen or goddess. The silver male had no family in these lands really and he knew that Lucifer was out to hurt, kill or destroy anything to do with him. So the male knew that he needed to protect the females of the lands. The silver male looked down at her as his lips curled up slowly gathering around his lips, as a snarl grew louder and louder. Who ever had hurt her had hurt her bad enough that she was jumpy and on edge and didn’t seemed to be clam around anything, or anyone. Someone had hurt someone very near and dear to him. Her tears made his breath cut off, it hurt him, with a sigh he shook his head as he lowered it down, he questioned him-self about allowing him-self to touch her to let her know that he was here and he would not hurt her, but then again what if it was some one that had a scent somewhat like him that had hurt her? Then wouldn’t she be turned away or scared of his touch? He muttered under his breath as he watched her like a hawk with his one good eye, while his blind eye was shut.
Her tender touch soothed his soul. If he would have been able to the male would have purred. He lowered his head to touch her only quickly before her body made a quick movement and jolted away from him. He shook his head, no...Not in a time where she was hurting like she was, the silver coward was not going to let her be hurting and alone. He drew his lips together as he shushed her as he limped over to her, flopping his stump of an arm over her back as he hopped closer to her. ” A black mon…mon…monster. Blue euh…euh…eyes?” Noah further went on in his stuttering way detailing Lucifer to her, without saying a name. This game was getting old, having to pick up the pebbles that his father left behide of the females.
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