s a b r i e l
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He tries. He tries with all that he is, because she matters to him. He knows that they were promised to each other by others, and he accepts this, embraces it. Why wouldn't he? She was adorable, beautiful and kind. What more could Sabriel want of someone to be by his side? He would protect her no matter what; would care for her. Even if she did not want to keep the promise made by those who made it. It won't change his want to be near her or urge to protect her and keep her from being lonely. He would be her very best friend if this is all he could be for her.

Sabriel wanted to know what she felt over the matter, to know if there was any chance of her accepting it as well. But he was not the others, and he would give her the choice. He would not persue Micteca if she did not want him in those ways. He was still young, not quite mature in body, but in mind he felt that he was more then that. Enough to be what she needs, for now. If that was a friend, someone to talk to, someone that would hunt for her... then that is what he'll be. For her, because he takes these things seriously. He wasn't a puppy anymore, though even then he had taken it all in with bright eyes and a solidity that kept him from looking at other females.

He beams at her, warm all over when she licks his cheek, gives the hug. He aimed a gentle lick to her muzzle as she pulled away, ears twitching at her words and smiling. "I want you to have whatever you need. Whatever you want." He points out softly, looking at her. She's his sunshine, right now. He thrives in her presence. He can even see her concern, but he doesn't want her worried about anything. Not for any reason. He wants to take that burden from her, to keep it if she needs that of him. She was happy to find him again; she had missed him! He was overjoyed for that. Though her words make him consider her. It wasn't okay, was it? He didn't know what to say, now. "You can tell me anything. I'll keep any promise... I'll always be here for you. I'm yours." The words are soft, gentle. But they are firm, real, too.


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gypsy boy -- three -- promised to micteca -- imprintless