06-02-2011, 05:46 PM
ooc: thanks for replying! 
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Deeply he slept, held within the tight grip of his very well welcomed dreams. Occasionally a hand or foot would twitch slightly, slight smile curved his muzzle up and his eyes moved rapidly beneath the lids as though he was suffering the dreams of bad but it was not so for the one he was experiencing was good, very good for him. Though she was long gone he could still be with her and in a way it was helping him get over the death of Kailypso and his little son, Neerona. Petite feminine hands stroked at his face lovingly, smoothing away the lines of worry and dark smudges beneath his pale snow eyes. Deep violet stared back at him with all of the kindness and caring in the world, he had somehow managed to win himself a true Queen, within her birth pack she was akin to the long dead human Italian royalty and she was his, a mere peasant of the fields who worked for the leading family.
Soft fur gave way easily beneath his gentle paws, never rough was he with this woman and he would rather slit his own throat first than hurt her for any given reason. Voice of glorious bell tones cut through their silence, 'León... León... León...' Then the voice changed and became a lot more childlike, on the cusp of adulthood, he frowned within the dream and then felt something pointy poke him in the thigh. Eyes opened suddenly and the dream within which he was dancing disappeared before his vision showing instead the small white woman-child Ayasha knelt down near by him poking him with a stick.
"Ayasha?" Large hands came up to rub blanco orbs of tiredness and he blinked several times before his addled brain finally understood what it was she had said to him,
"Ahh, gracias senorita. How are you today chicka?"
300+
IC:
Deeply he slept, held within the tight grip of his very well welcomed dreams. Occasionally a hand or foot would twitch slightly, slight smile curved his muzzle up and his eyes moved rapidly beneath the lids as though he was suffering the dreams of bad but it was not so for the one he was experiencing was good, very good for him. Though she was long gone he could still be with her and in a way it was helping him get over the death of Kailypso and his little son, Neerona. Petite feminine hands stroked at his face lovingly, smoothing away the lines of worry and dark smudges beneath his pale snow eyes. Deep violet stared back at him with all of the kindness and caring in the world, he had somehow managed to win himself a true Queen, within her birth pack she was akin to the long dead human Italian royalty and she was his, a mere peasant of the fields who worked for the leading family.
Soft fur gave way easily beneath his gentle paws, never rough was he with this woman and he would rather slit his own throat first than hurt her for any given reason. Voice of glorious bell tones cut through their silence, 'León... León... León...' Then the voice changed and became a lot more childlike, on the cusp of adulthood, he frowned within the dream and then felt something pointy poke him in the thigh. Eyes opened suddenly and the dream within which he was dancing disappeared before his vision showing instead the small white woman-child Ayasha knelt down near by him poking him with a stick.
"Ayasha?" Large hands came up to rub blanco orbs of tiredness and he blinked several times before his addled brain finally understood what it was she had said to him,
"Ahh, gracias senorita. How are you today chicka?"