08-12-2009, 08:35 PM
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Cer's a little weird, we need a picture of her on his lap like a puppy dog XD.
It was his voice that came to her, though it was not the warm, happy tones she was accustomed to. Although she hadn’t heard them in months, it was always mirth she expected to come from him mouth and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed whenever it was the sad, soft vocals he used so often now. Hesitantly she took a step forward, eyes still scanning the male. His eyes had changed and she stared into them for a long while, her face just a blank mask, the curiosity and interest erased. Why had he shifted? She didn’t feel it appropriate to ask him out right, not now, but certainly he knew as well as he what an odd sight this must be. So large, he had always been a big wolf, but it was strange to see him. Cercelee doubted that any other male in the pack would measure up in their shifted forms, she had never given it any thought before. Never thought she would see him like this.
Her paws brought her close, and her ears flicked at the apology. Was he sorry for his body, for she knew his own misgivings about the Luperci genes, or was he sorry for the past month and a half? Again, although the question swam before her, she felt it foolish to ask. What are you sorry for? Like a mother scolding her young. Instead she reached out, her nose very gently making contact with his. The difference in size was obvious then, more than ever, she very nearly had to climb into the male’s lap just to reach him. Pulling back she studied him then, her voice smooth and even "Don’t be sorry." And then she did climb into his lap, despite whatever he thought. He was still hers, and whatever bitterness or resentment lingered it was erased for the moment as she buried her small head into his chest, his thick fur hiding her face as she breathed in his scent. Her words were muffled, but her voice was warm, happy. "You’re out of bed."
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It was his voice that came to her, though it was not the warm, happy tones she was accustomed to. Although she hadn’t heard them in months, it was always mirth she expected to come from him mouth and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed whenever it was the sad, soft vocals he used so often now. Hesitantly she took a step forward, eyes still scanning the male. His eyes had changed and she stared into them for a long while, her face just a blank mask, the curiosity and interest erased. Why had he shifted? She didn’t feel it appropriate to ask him out right, not now, but certainly he knew as well as he what an odd sight this must be. So large, he had always been a big wolf, but it was strange to see him. Cercelee doubted that any other male in the pack would measure up in their shifted forms, she had never given it any thought before. Never thought she would see him like this.
Her paws brought her close, and her ears flicked at the apology. Was he sorry for his body, for she knew his own misgivings about the Luperci genes, or was he sorry for the past month and a half? Again, although the question swam before her, she felt it foolish to ask. What are you sorry for? Like a mother scolding her young. Instead she reached out, her nose very gently making contact with his. The difference in size was obvious then, more than ever, she very nearly had to climb into the male’s lap just to reach him. Pulling back she studied him then, her voice smooth and even "Don’t be sorry." And then she did climb into his lap, despite whatever he thought. He was still hers, and whatever bitterness or resentment lingered it was erased for the moment as she buried her small head into his chest, his thick fur hiding her face as she breathed in his scent. Her words were muffled, but her voice was warm, happy. "You’re out of bed."
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