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Heheh~
500+
He had seemed surprised by her appearance, his features displaying his shock. But, while she felt the surprise less than he, she had not been expecting to find the red-eyed husky upon the boarders either. His scent had come unexpectedly upon the damp air, and so she had relinquished her meal. The black warrior was discontented by her loss, for she would have to spend a longer period of time away from the young pups in order to find a meal. Yet, should a meal not be found, she knew that she had enough in her to still feed her pups before she would be able to depart again. The black fae had simply wanted to be able to provide for her young. It was a simple instinct of this new stage of life that now involved more than her own mouth to feed. She did not, however, blame the red-eyed male for the rabbit that had escaped, for she knew that that had not been his intention. A brief dip of the woad-bound maw was given in return for the greeting.
For a moment, the male seemed flustered, and the warrior’s head tilted ever so slightly. She wondered why he felt that way, for such an emotion was unfamiliar to the black fae. And she wondered if she were the cause of his discomfort. The woad bound ears pricked forward at the reason. A mild curiosity was lit within those white orbs, and they watched him, considering him. And she was silent as he spoke, his words offering an explanation and yet explaining nothing. Her mind considered the fact that he had come to see how she was doing, and she found it to be a curious thing, an unfamiliar thing. She did not think that he had a reason to believe that her health had turned for the worse; it was of health that the warrior thought to explain the male’s need to visit her, for he knew nothing of what had occurred within her life. "My pups are healthy," the quiet alto replied at length, her voice dancing with the soft, Caledonian lilt. "They are twins—a girl and a boy." Cwmfen fell silent once more as if it were the silence with which she spoke.
The Dahlian Warrior settled herself, lowering her body so that she sat before him. In doing so, she signaled that he could relax as well, although she did not invite him beyond the boarders. "Why did you come to see me?" Although the song of her voice sang softly, it seemed thunderous for the silence that had preceded those words. The alto tones did not ring with demand nor with aggression, but with that simple curiosity. The warrior did not understand his reason, and so she offered to him a query so that he may better explain himself. It was not often that one came to her with the purpose of visiting, and she did not find his query concerning her pups to be enough for his travels from Cour des Miracles to Dahlia de Mai. And while she wondered why he had felt stupid, she did not ask, unwilling to discomfort him further.
Heheh~
500+
He had seemed surprised by her appearance, his features displaying his shock. But, while she felt the surprise less than he, she had not been expecting to find the red-eyed husky upon the boarders either. His scent had come unexpectedly upon the damp air, and so she had relinquished her meal. The black warrior was discontented by her loss, for she would have to spend a longer period of time away from the young pups in order to find a meal. Yet, should a meal not be found, she knew that she had enough in her to still feed her pups before she would be able to depart again. The black fae had simply wanted to be able to provide for her young. It was a simple instinct of this new stage of life that now involved more than her own mouth to feed. She did not, however, blame the red-eyed male for the rabbit that had escaped, for she knew that that had not been his intention. A brief dip of the woad-bound maw was given in return for the greeting.
For a moment, the male seemed flustered, and the warrior’s head tilted ever so slightly. She wondered why he felt that way, for such an emotion was unfamiliar to the black fae. And she wondered if she were the cause of his discomfort. The woad bound ears pricked forward at the reason. A mild curiosity was lit within those white orbs, and they watched him, considering him. And she was silent as he spoke, his words offering an explanation and yet explaining nothing. Her mind considered the fact that he had come to see how she was doing, and she found it to be a curious thing, an unfamiliar thing. She did not think that he had a reason to believe that her health had turned for the worse; it was of health that the warrior thought to explain the male’s need to visit her, for he knew nothing of what had occurred within her life. "My pups are healthy," the quiet alto replied at length, her voice dancing with the soft, Caledonian lilt. "They are twins—a girl and a boy." Cwmfen fell silent once more as if it were the silence with which she spoke.
The Dahlian Warrior settled herself, lowering her body so that she sat before him. In doing so, she signaled that he could relax as well, although she did not invite him beyond the boarders. "Why did you come to see me?" Although the song of her voice sang softly, it seemed thunderous for the silence that had preceded those words. The alto tones did not ring with demand nor with aggression, but with that simple curiosity. The warrior did not understand his reason, and so she offered to him a query so that he may better explain himself. It was not often that one came to her with the purpose of visiting, and she did not find his query concerning her pups to be enough for his travels from Cour des Miracles to Dahlia de Mai. And while she wondered why he had felt stupid, she did not ask, unwilling to discomfort him further.