12-27-2008, 01:09 AM
So the bitch had avoided the male and spoke in little smarmy snippets and jabs when she had seen him, of course she wanted nothing to do with the bastard at the moment but she couldn't change the fact that he was the father of her parasitic spawn and that she was his mate to boot. The bronze and gold woman had turned away from the borders, tired of playing little games with her mate since learning the truth. Instead of performing her duties today the yellow hued woman sat on the frozen ice of the bay, a slight sliver of hope that the ice would break and swollow her whole, causing her body to go into shock and abort the foul matter that lingered inside.
A sneeze and wheeze cough caught at her throat as she shook her head and half closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn't be out in the weather but it was better here than somewhere the lilium could easily find her. Atleast this was more of a challenge for the beast. Not that he would actually want her for anything more than a quick savage release or some other savage demand to get his blood boiling on a cold winter day. The snow that coated the ice and lay heavy on her pelt made her wonder if she could even be seen.
The weather had changed to a heavier cast the longer she'd been sitting there. All alone the world seemed a little more enjoyable, atleast until the children within moved and reminded her of the cold hard facts of life. Another wheezing cough racked her sides as she lay down on the cold surface of the bay, hoping that maybe she'd catch death since the waters didn't seem to feel like wanting to open up and swollow her just now. It was a thought, if only a pathedic one, she only wanted the spawn misplaced, not her whole life.
A sneeze and wheeze cough caught at her throat as she shook her head and half closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn't be out in the weather but it was better here than somewhere the lilium could easily find her. Atleast this was more of a challenge for the beast. Not that he would actually want her for anything more than a quick savage release or some other savage demand to get his blood boiling on a cold winter day. The snow that coated the ice and lay heavy on her pelt made her wonder if she could even be seen.
The weather had changed to a heavier cast the longer she'd been sitting there. All alone the world seemed a little more enjoyable, atleast until the children within moved and reminded her of the cold hard facts of life. Another wheezing cough racked her sides as she lay down on the cold surface of the bay, hoping that maybe she'd catch death since the waters didn't seem to feel like wanting to open up and swollow her just now. It was a thought, if only a pathedic one, she only wanted the spawn misplaced, not her whole life.