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05-27-2016, 12:45 AM
Ears, which had tilted back as he held the celestial beauty, swing forward when she withdrew from him. He felt the loss of her silken skin acutely, but even more so did he feel the melancholic and soft whispers of her lilting, accented voice.
Confusion clouded him— her pities? Her fear? She had spoke of her brother, of his death— but what of this traveling from Helovia? His brow creases, what was she talking about? He goes to move towards her, because the confusion makes him seek the comfort and solidity of her warm skin.
But his movements are halted. “Goodby Tembovu.” His creased brow deepens to a frown, “Katerina, what are you—” but she reaches out to him and, instead of asking his question, his teeth reach out past her outstretched muzzle and try to snag her mane and pull her back.
“Katerina, no— stop— what— what are you doing?” his sputtering words come haltingly, but in a rush, slowly growing more confused and panicked as she begins to slip away before his very eyes. He snorts, action roaring in his veins as surges forward to where she was standing.
“Kat, come back. The Edge needs you—“ his muzzle searched empty air, navy eyes wide and probing the darkness, before flicking star-studded to the sky as guilt suddenly bloomed, dark and ugly in his barrel— “I need you.” Though it was entirely selfish of him, it was true. Perhaps he could be what she needed, perhaps not. But he did need her, for moments like these; moments of intimacy they shared cloaked in night and draped in starlight.
His navy gaze probes the heavens.
Confusion clouded him— her pities? Her fear? She had spoke of her brother, of his death— but what of this traveling from Helovia? His brow creases, what was she talking about? He goes to move towards her, because the confusion makes him seek the comfort and solidity of her warm skin.
But his movements are halted. “Goodby Tembovu.” His creased brow deepens to a frown, “Katerina, what are you—” but she reaches out to him and, instead of asking his question, his teeth reach out past her outstretched muzzle and try to snag her mane and pull her back.
“Katerina, no— stop— what— what are you doing?” his sputtering words come haltingly, but in a rush, slowly growing more confused and panicked as she begins to slip away before his very eyes. He snorts, action roaring in his veins as surges forward to where she was standing.
“Kat, come back. The Edge needs you—“ his muzzle searched empty air, navy eyes wide and probing the darkness, before flicking star-studded to the sky as guilt suddenly bloomed, dark and ugly in his barrel— “I need you.” Though it was entirely selfish of him, it was true. Perhaps he could be what she needed, perhaps not. But he did need her, for moments like these; moments of intimacy they shared cloaked in night and draped in starlight.
His navy gaze probes the heavens.
@Katerina
D: :( :(
We can fade it here, OR SHE CAN COME BACK AND WE CAN CONTINUE THIS <3 -whines-
Please tag Tembovu.
