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He smirked, gracing her pleasant face with a gentle lick. If there had been anything at all for them to have to do he knew she wouldn’t have let him out of it and they would have been out and about doing what they were here to do. But in a twist of fate, he had been hoping they could use this time to spend some carefree time together as well. But for now the cleaning would have to wait, but he’d have her clean his wounds before the day was out. The behemoth slowly started up on two legs, bones , muscle and sinew popping and stretching the soreness until it was bearable enough to take a slow step.
“Alright well let me get him some water and fed real quick then, and then we can continue our day.” The wording was used specifically, the male was possessive, today he wanted no other distraction between them other than what they were currently doing out of fun. But what needed to be done was only in the way of that, so he left his mate behind, making sure to close the tent quickly so no one could see her condition. Again they valued their privacy even if he carried her loving wounds.
It didn’t take long to feed and water Charlemagne, all the while he got curious looks from their neighbors who had most likely been woken up at various points in the night. There was no real hiding what had gone on but even when asked he didn’t answer. One especially curious fellow, with black fur stood looking aghast before moving on to whatever bullshit he was doing. It was all a part of it, if the dancing hadn’t been enough to show his dominance, then last night should have been a resounding reaffirmation of it as well. But he couldn’t lie about it, what had started out as a means to display his dominance and his ownership of her, had ended with something more that he couldn’t shake from him. It was with this thought in mind that he stopped at his cart. While she had been gone he had procured something without her knowledge. He had traded an unfinished dagger for it, his skills at trading well polished… in hand he found himself weaving through the crowd once again.
His entrance back into the tent was quick, but he stood before his queen with a smile on his face.
“Remember when we talked a little bit about our beliefs?” he asked. “I would like to explain to you the concept of marriage in my culture. It’s sort of like being mates but the level of commitment is un-breaking. My mother described it as when a boy decides to become a man and dedicate himself eternally to his wife.” He explained.
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