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A lump formed in the dove's throat, and she turned slowly, hark pinning back against her wavy tresses and slim features turned to the king. Wander was caught; a rat in the trap of her own creation, her own foolishness to blame. Milky eyes failed to distinguish his shape from the shadow he stood in, two points of acidic green the only indication to his position.
She faltered, hesitated... Every motion was one of reluctance as hands clasped and fidgeted, before she inched her way to him, head low, visage pointed away in avoidance, tail tucking between trembling stilts. Despite her presence of mind denying his command, she complied, slipping out of that cloak. Her slender form carried a swollen belly, signifying the growth occurring within herself. Her head only lowered further, her trembling only increasing, as did her trepidation.
The sound of Clover's voice drew that muzzle up again only slightly, hark still tipped back. Wander dared not to speak or voice herself, as the Boss's wrath was not one to be invoked. There was no use apologizing, that much was true. His irritation was not one that could be quelled.
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