dreams that transformed to visions

Clover Love Lykoi · 04-28-2012, 03:23 PM

[html]

Word Count → 366 ::
I figured she could come across Wander in Sirius' chambers, and maybe they could bond over chores or something? Let me know if that doesn't work! <3

It had been nearly a month since the young Lykoi woman had been with her King and she was well aware that things were changing. A palm rested upon her abdomen, cradling the small curve that has risen in protest to Clover’s naturally petite frame. It was clear that life had taken root within her and assuming no unforeseen complications occurred not long from now the coyote girl would find herself in a situation in which she had no experience. Perhaps she had not expected this, but Clover was sure she was ready. After all, the man who had sired the children developing within her had long ago stolen the woman’s heart.

She had yet to voice her discovery to Sirius, but it was possible that he knew what their actions had resulted in. Though she was hardly ready to burst, it was clear now that Clover was showing and anyone who knew her for her small stature would realize she had not simply gained weight. For now things had not changed much – Clover still went about her chores for both the Boss and the Auxiliary. The presence of slaves had changed her routines only slightly, but it was still Clover alone that was entrusted for caring for their most prized possessions. Whenever Clover went through Sirius’ chest to tidy his things, slender fingers would linger upon their smooth surfaces as she cherished the privilege she had been given. To be there in his own chambers, to simply run her fingers over those things she knew gave him the most pleasure, was more than she could ask for. Her heart could not have been more content elsewhere.

It was to those very chambers she ventured to now, one hand still resting upon her stomach. She wondered what Sirius would say upon discovering the news. She was unaware of the man’s motives when he had so easily had her those weeks ago, other than the primal desire that seared through the veins of any creature under certain situations. Clover didn’t realize that all along the idea of heirs had already crossed the thoughts of the brooding, cunning man that was to be the father of her children.

Wander · 04-29-2012, 12:56 PM

[html]

Sounds good~! Thouuugh, they could also bond over something else they have in common! O: -pokes bellies-

Wander was in a slight panic.

It had been fourteen days since a rather awkward encounter had occurred, and she could tell that something was amiss. The change was faint, but when sight was given to one by their hands, it was there. It was a slight swelling, that was for sure, and hopefully not to noticeable. That hadn't stopped the slender dame from touching at her stomach from time to time, some part of her hoping she was just feeling sick from something she had eaten. However, the doe only had her own poor judgement to blame.

Quietly, she was curled up on her hide set off to a corner that was designated as her bed. Breath hitched in her throat when she heard someone approach, and it held there, as if breathing would alert whomever was coming closer. Her heart thundered away in her ribs, blind eyes wide as they turned towards the entrance of the King's room, hark alert atop her skull. The scent was faintly familiar, and her nares tested at the air further, trying to place an identity. The dame hadn't met this woman formally, though she had bumped into her once before, on the way from being shooed out of the King's quarters and out to the ruins.

In a way, she was fearful of this stranger woman, as well as grateful. After all, this stranger seemed to do a majority of work for Wander, seeing as how Sirius didn't trust anyone else, and it allowed her to roam. But at the moment, this woman was feared, and that much was evident simply in the dame's posture.

Clover Love Lykoi · 05-16-2012, 10:57 PM

[html]

Word Count → 267 ::
I'm so sorry for the horrendous wait! <3

Olfaction should have alerted her of the presence, for the slave’s scent was stronger than it usually was. However, Clover had found that she had slipped into her mind, walking the path towards the Boss’ chambers from memory. The gentle sway of her hips and the way she twirled a finger into the golden strands framing her face illustrated a girl lost in her own day dreams. However, this act was actually drawn from anxiety, imaging the conversation with Sirius and how she would tell him the news. Clover could only hope that her love would be just as pleased as she knew she was to hold his children within her.

When pale yellow found the woman within Sirius’ chambers, Clover’s pace hiccupped with a hesitation in her step. Both the hand by her face and the one that gently cradled her stomach fell away to her sides, but in their wake a gentle smile blossomed upon her face. Though she knew of the slave woman of Sirius, she had not really exchanged any words with her. And while Clover accepted the hierarchy of the Family in which slaves served a very specific purpose, Clover looked to Wander as just another Luperci with whom she could make friends. She had always been the type to give everyone a fair chance.

Good morning, her soft voice spoke, inviting to conversation. Moving away from the doorway, Clover headed further into the room. Over the months she had lived in Salsola, Clover had found herself just as comfortable here as she was in her own room, perhaps if not more.

Wander · 05-27-2012, 08:07 PM

[html]

O: Sorry for lateness!

The scent was gentle, soft, and feminine, a sign that it wasn't the thistle king, which caused a slight relaxation, but didn't cause the dame any more comfort. Her form remained still, statue-esque, even, as though a lack of movement would disguise her presence. The voice that beckoned to her caused hark to fall back, nearly prompting her to weep in a trepidation for her health. However sweet that tune was, Wander was seeking some deeper meaning, mentally probing at the 'good morning' for any sign to validate her lack of trust.

It had taken her a moment more to realize her breath was caught in her throat, and that she was holding the air in her lungs, keeping it captive. Slowly, silently, she exhaled, bringing herself to her feet.

Hello, came a hushed response, nimble fingers knuckling at a blind, jade sight for a moment to prevent the welling tears from slipping through a weakly clung to visage of tranquility. The dame turned to the voice, face cast southwards in submission, hands grasping at one another. Milky cataracts shifted to the other woman silently, her 'good' left eye doing its best to examine the blurred form of the king's mistress.

Clover Love Lykoi · 06-27-2012, 11:29 PM

[html]

Word Count → 293 ::
I'm late yet again. So sorry! :x

Within the hierarchy of the Salsolan family there were certain displays of respect required during interaction with one another. As King, it was demanded that Sirius be shown the most of these displays out of anyone, although Clover tested the line rather often with him. Though sure to receive unimaginable retribution for looking him in the eye as she often did, somehow it was acceptable when it was Clover’s golden gaze that sought the apple green of the King. She had been granted some leniency, and she supposed it would always be like that for her. Even now, here with this slave woman, Clover assumed the same leniency. She did not expect the woman to grovel at her feet, even if it had been expected of her, only because it seemed so unnatural. Here out of the prying eyes of the family, Clover saw this woman as an equal. Of course it was understood that she was a slave, but Clover could never really wrap her mind around that.

"How are you today, dove?" Her golden gaze sought the woman, before they returned to the task at hand. Clover had made her way to the King’s chest and lifted one of his prized possessions from it – his mirror. For a moment her slender fingers traced the outline of the frame, before she lifted the mirror gently higher so that she might peer at herself. It was a strange thing – this mirror – and she loved to steal glimpses of herself within it perhaps just as often as Sirius himself did. "I’m sorry, what’s your name again? My memory seems to fail me." It didn’t help that Sirius never addressed the woman by anything other than ‘Slave’, but for Clover that would just not do.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?