02-24-2009, 08:45 PM
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Shiny colors table by Lucifer!Meh - you no fail! Today I have like 6 threads to reply to, I like having some that go slower than others anwyay! 
And easter-roping ftw!
Word count: 417
__Twice he said it, twice he ensured her safety in his presence, although he had another personality inside of him. If it was true, then she would relax, and she did, now, to some extent. Still it nagged at her, however, but it was not because she doubted him. She took his words for truth, but she was afraid he might believe himself to be right, whilst in reality he was not. The beast did not sleep forever, and Mew knew very well that there were particular things that could tip a person over the edge, no matter the control. She felt it herself, how it tugged at her very bones sometimes, urging her to let go and give in to the rage within. She had not yet done so, but it was strong sometimes. Although, this might not be the same entirely, as what Lubomir felt - thus for all she knew his control might be far better than her own. She did not reply to his words, did not find the time, before she was ambushed by another romantic gesture.
__A wet, cold tongue played over her muzzle at the end of his second sentence, and Mew felt a smile slide out on her muzzle. He spoke of children, the joker! A silly man, truly. Most males would be scared of this, surely? At least that was how it had seemed the times when Mew had let herself take part in girl-gossip with the odd femme she knew that did such things. She blushed, the grown woman, and her tongue flew over his muzzle in return, rapidly and uncertainly, before she removed her face and directed her eyes to the ground. What a girl she was becoming, truly! And for the sake of this folly joker in front of her. In truth, she didn't mind. She wanted this, wanted to indulge herself in it, as she felt she deserved. Her eyes rose again, flickered a little with awkwardness as her face still burnt - hot as embers with the shyness she felt, before they met his again. Children, eh? You are a joker, you - you know that? A screwed smile decorated the white face as she teased him - pups were not unwanted, although it might be a battle. She was scared of failing them, again, should she even be able to conceive. Time would show, and she granted this male all the time in the world - that much she was certain of.
And easter-roping ftw!
Word count: 417
__Twice he said it, twice he ensured her safety in his presence, although he had another personality inside of him. If it was true, then she would relax, and she did, now, to some extent. Still it nagged at her, however, but it was not because she doubted him. She took his words for truth, but she was afraid he might believe himself to be right, whilst in reality he was not. The beast did not sleep forever, and Mew knew very well that there were particular things that could tip a person over the edge, no matter the control. She felt it herself, how it tugged at her very bones sometimes, urging her to let go and give in to the rage within. She had not yet done so, but it was strong sometimes. Although, this might not be the same entirely, as what Lubomir felt - thus for all she knew his control might be far better than her own. She did not reply to his words, did not find the time, before she was ambushed by another romantic gesture.
__A wet, cold tongue played over her muzzle at the end of his second sentence, and Mew felt a smile slide out on her muzzle. He spoke of children, the joker! A silly man, truly. Most males would be scared of this, surely? At least that was how it had seemed the times when Mew had let herself take part in girl-gossip with the odd femme she knew that did such things. She blushed, the grown woman, and her tongue flew over his muzzle in return, rapidly and uncertainly, before she removed her face and directed her eyes to the ground. What a girl she was becoming, truly! And for the sake of this folly joker in front of her. In truth, she didn't mind. She wanted this, wanted to indulge herself in it, as she felt she deserved. Her eyes rose again, flickered a little with awkwardness as her face still burnt - hot as embers with the shyness she felt, before they met his again. Children, eh? You are a joker, you - you know that? A screwed smile decorated the white face as she teased him - pups were not unwanted, although it might be a battle. She was scared of failing them, again, should she even be able to conceive. Time would show, and she granted this male all the time in the world - that much she was certain of.
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