07-30-2008, 11:24 PM
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He would have liked to believe that he was oblivious to what she meant, what was going to happen, but he knew. Something inside him told him it was wrong, his heart still belonged to Naniko and this was the very same thing that she had done that had caused him so much pain. It felt like it, at least, even if Conri knew that they would never be able to salvage what they had shared. She wasn't his anymore. The strange woman grabbed at his muzzle, he didn't even know her name, and dry eyes stared up at her, ears flicking in response to her words. The movement of his ears was the only response that he was allowed though, his body thrust back into the sand harshly, and he couldn't honestly care anymore. He watched her though, quietly aware of what was going on, and adjusted himself beneath her as she came down to straddle him. Her face was quickly out of sight though and his eyes closed tight, feeling the sudden rush of hot breath on skin that felt as cold as death. It caused goosebumps, soft quivers to rush through him, and he titled his head very slightly to the side, exposing that portion of flesh to her. His brain was a muddle of thoughts and he wasn't quite sure what to do exactly aside from lay there. So he decided on that, the only other movement that he made was his hand, which shifted over the sands to lay gently against the side of her knee. |