06-01-2011, 07:44 PM
Now the apologies came, he did not blame her for her curiosity as wetness collected at the corner of his eyes, he sniffed and rubbed at his face with a light colored paw, unhappy sigh leaving his throat.
"I have a daughter, she is the only one that survived. The other died along with his Madre." Her arms around his waist surprised him, he did not expect her to attempt to comfort him physically. He tensed up slightly, Kailypso and Analise were the only ones that had hugged him in a long time, it felt strange to be touched by this femme he barely knew. But as he listened to her as she poured her heart out to him muscles relaxed, he looked down and saw the pink, almost furless burned skin of her arms. A hand came to rest on one of the petite paws as he felt the front of her pressed against his back, their bodies incredibly out of sync with his height pushing his shoulders upwards. He heard the tenor in her voice; she was crying like he was, she had lost family like he had his mate and child but unlike her he still had his Madre and Padre and brothers and sisters, she was alone.
Spanish was whispered quietly as the man turned slowly and swept the small woman up into his embrace, lifting her several feet off of the ground as he held her close, strangers they were before this meeting now they were joined by matters of the heart.
Gracias Senorita..."
"I have a daughter, she is the only one that survived. The other died along with his Madre." Her arms around his waist surprised him, he did not expect her to attempt to comfort him physically. He tensed up slightly, Kailypso and Analise were the only ones that had hugged him in a long time, it felt strange to be touched by this femme he barely knew. But as he listened to her as she poured her heart out to him muscles relaxed, he looked down and saw the pink, almost furless burned skin of her arms. A hand came to rest on one of the petite paws as he felt the front of her pressed against his back, their bodies incredibly out of sync with his height pushing his shoulders upwards. He heard the tenor in her voice; she was crying like he was, she had lost family like he had his mate and child but unlike her he still had his Madre and Padre and brothers and sisters, she was alone.
Spanish was whispered quietly as the man turned slowly and swept the small woman up into his embrace, lifting her several feet off of the ground as he held her close, strangers they were before this meeting now they were joined by matters of the heart.
Gracias Senorita..."