05-23-2009, 11:49 AM
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Svara moved and she tensed, watching her carefully. Her daughter turned and for the first time her wheat-eyes saw the damage. They had been torn to shreds, she could tell, but they were intact, just sightless. The words took her by surprise. Sabeen had been expecting anger, fury. Silently the lady moved into view (well, not technically view in Svara's case), wary but allowing a smirk to rest on her split lips. She, despite the coiled emotions within her gut, wasn't feeling animosity or the desire to strike out against the female. Sabeen was better than that, yes, she was growing. Instead she sat, examining the destroyed face on the developing body. "You don't smell of Dahlia." She spoke, blandly, commenting on the absence from Svara's pack of their old home. Had she left? Why, Sabeen couldn't imagine. They had loved her. Noting something else very interesting on her daughter's coat, Sab's eyes widened slightly. She smelled like Firefly, as usual, but there was a very masculine scent clinging to the red fur. A familiar one at that- not the fool Haku or a Dahlian wretch, but the male she had fucked in Crimson Dreams. Amusement flickered across your face. "But... do I find there's a male willing to accept you?" |