02-27-2009, 01:27 PM
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Shiny colors table by Lucifer!By the way - I eh, fail at roleplaying sex 
It makes me blush just thinking about it >> SO if you want that to happen we should fade out Sorry if that disappoints you >_<
Word count: 610
__Her face darkened for a little moment as he turned the question halfway into a sympathy fest. She hadn't thought of that, until now, until he mentioned it. She was, in fact, completely capable of having a conversation without feeling a horrendous sting of pain every time the word "child" was mentioned. After all, it was nearly a year ago soon. It wasn't as if she didn't wish it differently, though. Despite how his purpose with mentioning it was to show his support and affection, Mew could not help but feel irritated. Her grieving process was not over, it probably never would be, and as the pups had not been his it was none of his business. Unfortunately for Lubomir, Mew was angrily defensive on this weakness, and did not like to be reminded of its existence. She had enough on her mind. Despite the irritation, however, the femme smiled warmly at the words that followed those ill-picked, not able to be upset with him, and least of all now. It was comforting to hear them. A thought struck her, one she did not wish to linger on; would she be able to even have another litter? Had Asphyxia ruined her for life, or just this one time? The two figures in gray and white - one shining and one seemingly a shadow beside her - would simply have to wait and see. Given time, all mysteries would unfold. And until then she would not think about it - just as she would not think about her dead children now, nor mention to her mate (mate! How the word played with her senses) how she felt at him mentioning them.
__She calmly watched this gray male as he shifted, rising onto two legs - seemingly more comfortable. Why he had decided to shift she did not yet know, but now she regretted that she was not in her own two-legged form. A last sentence escaped his mouth and her blush was renewed, making her face hot and red again. She said nothing, but she was certain words were not needed - Mew, for all her strength and pride, confidence and drive, could not figure out how to express these things. The shyness of downcast green eyes and a hot face would hopefully suffice for now, and since he knew she was not young, despite this display of poorly handled teenager emotion, he would understand. He bent down to her and pressed his face to her neck as he kissed her. Automatically she bent her head in his direction, as if to embrace him with this limb. This would not do! She needed arms to hold him with; the clumsy body of a four-legged wolf simply did not suffice. Not waiting a second, Mew sat down on her hind legs and began her own shifting process. It took her nearly four to five minutes to complete (although she did not have this sense of time, naturally), and when finished she quickly rose to her feet and stood before him. This was the form he had met her in the first time, and the second, and it was the form she felt like herself in. No clumsy paws that could not do anything but keep her balance and move her body to a destination. Now she had hands, and long arms and legs - now she could properly wrap herself around Lubomir. And she did; in an instant she was by him, putting her arms around his shoulders and pushed her face into his furs, taking in his smell as she mumbled incomprehensible sounds of pleasure, muffled by the hair and flesh.
It makes me blush just thinking about it >> SO if you want that to happen we should fade out Sorry if that disappoints you >_<Word count: 610
__Her face darkened for a little moment as he turned the question halfway into a sympathy fest. She hadn't thought of that, until now, until he mentioned it. She was, in fact, completely capable of having a conversation without feeling a horrendous sting of pain every time the word "child" was mentioned. After all, it was nearly a year ago soon. It wasn't as if she didn't wish it differently, though. Despite how his purpose with mentioning it was to show his support and affection, Mew could not help but feel irritated. Her grieving process was not over, it probably never would be, and as the pups had not been his it was none of his business. Unfortunately for Lubomir, Mew was angrily defensive on this weakness, and did not like to be reminded of its existence. She had enough on her mind. Despite the irritation, however, the femme smiled warmly at the words that followed those ill-picked, not able to be upset with him, and least of all now. It was comforting to hear them. A thought struck her, one she did not wish to linger on; would she be able to even have another litter? Had Asphyxia ruined her for life, or just this one time? The two figures in gray and white - one shining and one seemingly a shadow beside her - would simply have to wait and see. Given time, all mysteries would unfold. And until then she would not think about it - just as she would not think about her dead children now, nor mention to her mate (mate! How the word played with her senses) how she felt at him mentioning them.
__She calmly watched this gray male as he shifted, rising onto two legs - seemingly more comfortable. Why he had decided to shift she did not yet know, but now she regretted that she was not in her own two-legged form. A last sentence escaped his mouth and her blush was renewed, making her face hot and red again. She said nothing, but she was certain words were not needed - Mew, for all her strength and pride, confidence and drive, could not figure out how to express these things. The shyness of downcast green eyes and a hot face would hopefully suffice for now, and since he knew she was not young, despite this display of poorly handled teenager emotion, he would understand. He bent down to her and pressed his face to her neck as he kissed her. Automatically she bent her head in his direction, as if to embrace him with this limb. This would not do! She needed arms to hold him with; the clumsy body of a four-legged wolf simply did not suffice. Not waiting a second, Mew sat down on her hind legs and began her own shifting process. It took her nearly four to five minutes to complete (although she did not have this sense of time, naturally), and when finished she quickly rose to her feet and stood before him. This was the form he had met her in the first time, and the second, and it was the form she felt like herself in. No clumsy paws that could not do anything but keep her balance and move her body to a destination. Now she had hands, and long arms and legs - now she could properly wrap herself around Lubomir. And she did; in an instant she was by him, putting her arms around his shoulders and pushed her face into his furs, taking in his smell as she mumbled incomprehensible sounds of pleasure, muffled by the hair and flesh.
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