Theres something telling me

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-11-2010, 09:55 AM

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p. could this be backdated? before the Savi-shehulk madness?

The coy-wolf looked out into the distance, stoic in his posture and his features hardened and each line stiff. There was much to think about, more things to be grateful for but he was worried most of all. He said he was ready for these days, but now he wavered as he always did. Never in front of his mate, for her he would be strong. But alone, as amber eyes scanned across the rolling hills of the northern territory above his home, Heath allowed a single moment of insecurity to seep from his mind and travel to every inch of him. It would flow from his toes, leaving him (or so he hoped), and when he was done he would have none left to return home with.

It was all too soon to tell, if she was truly pregnant, but Heath was becoming more certain as the days passed. Her scent was different, the main indicator that first made the male do a double take as he returned home one day. Since then he hadn’t ventured too far from home, watching closely and yet to tentative to ask it was true or not. He wondered if she would simply know, or if there was someone, a healer of sorts, that she needed to see in order to get the real answer. But he felt it best to simply wait, knowing so little about the ways of a female in such a condition.

But what was he doing now? In the hills with his trusted roan colored mare, alone and without his eye on the female that he loved so dearly? Without speaking his suspicions he could not keep her locked away in their cabin and speaking them would undoubtedly bring anxiety through the roof, and so when she left to visit with friends or take a leasurly stroll so did he. The stables were too mundane for the male when he was uneasy just as he was now, the routine too familiar. He could work with the stubborn painted horse, but then Heath wished for relaxation rather then frustration.

Lumière stood in beside him as he sat with knees bent, her saddle stripped and placed on the grass near the pair. Her dark face was in the grass, nibbling away at the sweet summer strands as Heath looked at the clear bottle that he held in his hand, turning it so that that the contents swirled along the sides.

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