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09-17-2012, 08:12 AM
"Of course he'll be," he agreed in a tired voice, allowing her to touch him again. Warm muzzle, velvet texture, her whiskers tickling his alabaster skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, softly, as Lotus drew back. Their child slept. His other child fled. Just like Psyche. Just like the mother she swore she didn't like or wanted to be like.
And she did the exact same thing. Mauja fought down a growl. Blue eyes opened again and he paced forth a step, brushing his own muzzle against her strong neck before he, too, blew hot air on their sleeping child. Little Tamlin, a prince, yet one whose future looked grim. He could not denounce his own child or lessen the love he felt, did not even desire to quench the embers of pride and affection, but the path Lotus seemed inclined to lay for the child did not bode well for the future. With a last glance at Lotus, he withdrew into the darkness of the forest. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. |
