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Cour des Miracles
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POSTED: Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:05 pm
(345) This post is crap but it's LASKY and SSWM so I don't care.
There was magic in a cat's purr -- and Wilson knew this, even if he had never been able to specifically prove it. Even cats in pain purred, to calm them, to heal them, and Wilson thought that sometimes nights spent curled up on Levent's back, the whole of his body buzzing with the soft, rolling sound, had saved the Luperci's life once or twice. He could only hope that it would soothe Abigail, too, even though her mother was curiously absent. Ever since the kidnapping, he'd noted Shiloh's worry concerning leaving her offspring alone for too long,and he found it odd she wasn't here now.
Abigail answered him through gritted teeth, and Wilson watched as the fur along her nape grew out, dark, and curled as it spilled over her ears. Resisting the urge to bat at it, he watched the rest of her body instead -- her elongating paws, her legs stretching out behind her. He continued to purr, softly, and waited.
The door flew open as the youth was nearing the end of her shift. Shiloh looked wild, her hair in disarray, the flower perched by her ear in danger of tumbling. She glanced down at her daughter, cerulean eyes sharp with concern, but relaxed and stepped forward. With the grace and composure only she was capable of in moments like this, she knelt down, careful not to wrinkle her dress. She reached out to touch the youth, stroke her fur, while her own hairs laid flat again against her neck and shoulders. Wilson had a feeling Muddy hadn't gotten the message across right, and so perhaps Shiloh had thought the tortoiseshell queen's urgency had been a warning of something wrong.
There, your mum's here, you're fine, Wilson said, as Shiloh tried to gather her daughter's newly-shifted body closer.
You're so beautiful, baby girl, she praised, stroking her daughter's curly hair -- the King's hair, no doubt -- and glancing at the tom. Thanks, Wils. Abi, do you feel okay?
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