A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on March 9, 2014 at 04:33:45 PM by k o h a k u
She had hopefully lured her crimson and charcoal dragon out with the touch of her body against his own. A fleeting look over her shoulder, with amber portals examining just whether or not he was coming would be enough to give the woman her release, and she would wait until he caught up with her for her to begin walking again. Her stomach was still small, and she had managed to find a way to walk normally without bothering the touchy thing... but even now she was beginning to have troubles with it. Which was why she believed that now, of all times, was the best time to reveal to him just what the hell was wrong with her. She could only hope that his reaction to it would not be disgust. Kohaku had not wished for little ones. In fact, she had been repelled by the idea. She was not the motherly kind, and would certainly not know how to care for the sucklings that were soon to be attatched to her breast. How many more weeks did she have before she gave birth to them? And how had Serris known that she was pregnant to begin with? Perhaps he himself had had background with little ones; though the pale angel had scented no such feminine perfume on the gargoyle's ink-colored cloak. She did not speak too much to her counterpart on the way to wherever she was going (of which she finally decided was the lake, for her throat felt as though it were going to shrivel up on her any moment... especially if she were going to speak soon to him-- and even more so if that conversation was carrying something within it that she would rather not share, but show to him. Perhaps the river was closer... but the lake was less crowded than that place, more secretive and easygoing than the place where partners met one another for the first time. Then again... perhaps that was best. With so many others there, no one would be paying attention to anyone else; if anything went wrong, it would cause a scene. If it should go well-- then it went well. As they walked, the woman bumped up against her mate, keeping her pallid shoulder connected to his own crimson one-- she was afraid of losing him, and if he was to leave her after learning that she was carrying the seed that he had planted within her. The seed that he had given to her as a gift during their union... then this would be the last time that she was allowed the warmth of his presence. She inhaled sharply, breathing him in as one does oxygen. No-- she wouldn't be able to live without this. She had overcome too much, and he had gone through too many trials for her-- the two, if separated, would surely die. There's something I've been wanting to tell you-- she began with words that could be dangerous in a relationship. She knew that they could be taken the wrong way, and therefore she pressed into him more firmly, her skull moving over to touch the bottom of his chin, then carefully easing away so that it would not inhibit her ability to walk without falling over, and she continued quickly, sure that suspense was never a good thing in situations like this one. But frankly it's a little frightening, even to myself. I didn't know when or if to bring it up. She had been acting foolishly, and she shared those feelings out loud with him, wanting to see a smile on his face later instead of a look of horror, which had been her first reaction. I thought that maybe if I ignored it, it would just go away; like a dream. Her quiet voice was sure to reach his auds, though she increased the volume as the two neared the river itself, so that she may speak above the water and the other voices. Unfortunately, it's not that easy. Her amber stargazers turned to the side and she stopped after the two hit the trees next to the banks. And she stared at him, firmly, without breaking contact in anyway. Her mug opened and yet no sound came out. It was dry. Dry as a desert and she knew then and there that water wasn't going to help. She closed her jowls with an audible click, and settled herself down on her rump, facing him head on. How was she going to convince herself that this was worth the trouble speaking about? Her portals wandered away from her for the moment, moving around, finding places to rest on that would not make her heart thump loudly against her ribcage. For the first time in forever, she felt like a flushed schoolgirl, her heart racing under the gaze of the one she had fallen for. Crazy that he still made her feel this way. Crazy that she felt as if she would never be able to get over the fact that he had waited and jumped in for her. HER, of all the creatures in the world that he could have gone for-- all the creatures that he could have wooed, charmed, and claimed as his own. He had chosen the one who had not shown any interest in him at all the day she met him. In fact, he had more or less disgusted her. Then, he had smelled of all sorts of perfumes. Each one marked a different day of the week-- and when she was in heat, she made it so that she could move past him into the territory line without much trouble by attempting to use her charm. When had that feeling of hatred turned into a feeling of devotion? Her listeners moved back against her skull and she opened her mug once more, eyes snapping back to his own cerulean ones. I'm pregnant. And that was it. She wondered for a while if she had even said them. But her mug closed on her and the knowledge of pronouncing such words was suddenly turned on like a lightbulb inside her cranial. Beside her, her plummage wrapped around her front legs, much like a cat does when he is sitting still as a statue. Kohaku felt anxiety pull through her veins as adrenaline does for thrill seekers. She did not necessarily like the feel of it-- it made her feel naseous actually, but she was glad it was there. Because if she was feeling this way, it meant that she was mortal. It meant that she could be irked by something other than Nikandros, whom she was waiting for a reaction from. What would he do? What would he say? Would it be sarcastic, jumbled, angry-sounding, surprised-sounding, or would he be speechless? Koh's watchers flicked to the side in a display of shyness. She was freaked the hell out, though she didn't let onto it. The two were not the best idea for guardians, much less parents. They, although adults, still had mass amounts of teenage angst running through them. This predicament, however, wasn't really a surprise. The fact that she had gotten knocked up by the prince was no surprise party. They had mated not just once, but many times, and it wasn't as if they weren't aware of the idea-- perhaps it just never struck Kohaku. The idea of her getting pregnant was like a bird running into a glass window. This was the reason behind why she had been acting strangely as of late... Her eyes flicked back to his, her listeners pricked back up and her shoulders rolled back. Whatever his response was, she was ready to take it on. 
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