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Posted on November 4, 2013 at 05:25:30 AM by Caladwen
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I wish you were the one that got away
Caladwen can honestly say that she has never expected to feel like this. Even now it seems to odd to ethereal to be true. His strangely beautiful two toned gaze is mesmerizing, powerful and yet ageless. She allows herself for a moment to be lost in the intensity of his gaze, to savor the fact that those deep eyes shown so brightly for her. There is a mixture of emotions there, some, she manages to register. Amusement, delight, happiness. Others, she believes that perhaps time will eventually unveil. His tag wags sluggishly and she relinquishes that for the time being he will grace her with the company of his presence. For a time they sit together, one facing off with the other without a word to pass between them though it is not to say that the manner in which both their eyes meet does not speak volumes. He reminds her of her father, and of Uncle in a way. The strong silent type that saved words for only when necessary. The time that could be the fiercest of warriors and yet the most tender towards loved ones and friends. Her heart lurches at the memories as both faces of the distant warrior’s flash through her mind. Had she really made the right decision in leaving? Inhaling a deep breath, finding herself filled with the musky scent of this male, thoughts of his hansom face and strong voice enveloping her, his presence surrounding her… yes. Yes this was where she belonged. His voice draws her out of her mind once more as he responds to her heaty question in a manner in which was rather blunt and yet sufficient enough. Her imprint. He continues on in as simple an explanation as possible, sounding more as though he is addressing a pup than another adult. Momentary defiance flashes through her yellow gold eyes as this thought touches a sour nerve, but she reminds herself that as Voltaire had explained to her up in this land her age was still considered quite youthful. Shaking off the thought she breathes in his scent again, savoring the comforting warmth that seemed to radiate throughout her body, ”Imprint huh?” she ponders, letting her mind digest the seriousness of his response. She does not dare to elaborate on the matter further, for fear of making herself seem even more the childish pup that perhaps he saw. An amused smile drifts across the delicate curve of her blackened muzzle as he tenses beneath her touch. Golden eyes soften, a soft playful growl rumbles within her chest as he shivers, his broad frame shuddering against her own, causing the long black hairs to rise along her spine, tingling in response to the shudder that echoed through his own. She cocks her pretty little head towards him once more, yellow eyes blinking up at him. ”Tell me more about yourself my imprint…” she begins, drawing out the word imprint in a playful coy manner, her silken plume curling against her as she seats herself before him once more, ”Did you come here for anything in particular?” |