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12-19-2015, 09:34 PM
Sikeax,
Embarrassment hits her harder when she figures out that they’ve been noticed. It strikes her like a freight train, and when she feels the urge to recoil and escape, he takes no notice. The cries fly from his jaws like a siren. She’s such a neglecting mother than her first child probably wouldn’t have survived with her, especially in this state and how well she shows she can care for her own companion.
If you’ll stop, I’ll hunt for you later. We’ll dive together.
How far would his desperate pleas lead them? When the red dragon chooses to ignore them, she has nothing to say to them. The attitude showed a lack of discipline. He walked all over her day in and day out, and where did it lead them to? Burns, mortal wounds, possible life-threatening infection.
All but another failure upon the list.
A white face turns to meet them. Hope is given that maybe it’s the mare that was there for them at the attack, but with his lips curled upwards and neck held high, smelling her as if she is someunspoiled flower, it burns just as they did. A long hiss slithers out of a mouth that isn’t her own.
It might as well be. Sex isn’t an activity she’s very well interested in as of this second. People had a way of ruining that.
He gives her his voice to assure her that yes, Hobgoblin is hungry, as if his cries for scraps from the dragon isn’t enough to inform her that she’s failed in feeding him. “I’m aware. Neither of us are in the shape to hunt for his needs.”
She watches for some sort of pity in their eyes. She won’t beg from strangers, but Hobgoblin’s hold on her emotions had a heavy sway to it. “Is it annoying you that he’s hungry?” A whine follows her, teamed with the anxious flick of a tail when she remembers that his needs are just as important as her own.
Begging couldn’t hurt, could it?
“He’s wanting to know if you could spare him anything."
talk
If you’ll stop, I’ll hunt for you later. We’ll dive together.
How far would his desperate pleas lead them? When the red dragon chooses to ignore them, she has nothing to say to them. The attitude showed a lack of discipline. He walked all over her day in and day out, and where did it lead them to? Burns, mortal wounds, possible life-threatening infection.
All but another failure upon the list.
A white face turns to meet them. Hope is given that maybe it’s the mare that was there for them at the attack, but with his lips curled upwards and neck held high, smelling her as if she is some
It might as well be. Sex isn’t an activity she’s very well interested in as of this second. People had a way of ruining that.
He gives her his voice to assure her that yes, Hobgoblin is hungry, as if his cries for scraps from the dragon isn’t enough to inform her that she’s failed in feeding him. “I’m aware. Neither of us are in the shape to hunt for his needs.”
She watches for some sort of pity in their eyes. She won’t beg from strangers, but Hobgoblin’s hold on her emotions had a heavy sway to it. “Is it annoying you that he’s hungry?” A whine follows her, teamed with the anxious flick of a tail when she remembers that his needs are just as important as her own.
Begging couldn’t hurt, could it?
“He’s wanting to know if you could spare him anything."
talk
@Volterra
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
