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Posted on December 16, 2014 at 02:24:30 AM by AITHNE
 Honestly if this bond had not been forged by some greater being it is likely Aithne and Praetor would never shared such intimacies as they did now. To Preator this moment might not be considered as such for he has a lived a life with family, a life where moments such as this are shared, but for Aithne this is one of many firsts. To be standing here with the black and red and painted male and sharing a meal with him. She has shared meals before yet she can almost feel his own satisfaction within her, her nerves so long used to her own thoughts and feelings now seeming to burn bright at the connection between them. It is a firestorm inside of her for Praetor unnerves her and comforts her all the same. The longer she spends in his company the more relaxed she becomes. For some odd reason she cannot doubt his sincerity. There is nothing to fear from him. Emerald eyes flick to the sand that sprays out behind him before they jerk to his openly amused expression. She returns his amusement with a wry smile of her own. If she were in his place then she would likely do the same as him, laugh at such silly antics, and for that she did not get angry at him. As she leans upwards Praetor takes more of their meal with her eyes glancing around before gazing back down at him. The sea is much louder than the marshes, she thinks. The marshes held constant noise of crickets, toads, splashes, and insects yet she was familiar to it rather than the loud crashing of the surf against rock or the churning of waves rolling in and out of the sand. Seagulls scream as they dive down to catch their own food. Everything here is vastly different than her home. "The fat is delicious on it," she replies, talking about the gator and licking her lips before she leans in once more in a moment when he comes up for air to take some more of the succulent meat, her large paw gripping and holding the dead creature long enough for her to retrieve her morsel. The taste is strange yet good and the more she eats the more satisfied she becomes. Praetor will soon learn the way to Aithne's good graces - besides his own - is food. Her pupils widen at the revelation of his sister and Aithne allows a moment of pure happiness to shine through, her tail swinging wide to mirror his own a minute ago, sand slashing out from each whip of it. Aithne had genuinely liked Vesper and that Praetor was her brother only gave her more respect for him. "It is a small world," she comments, smiling at him, much more relaxed with him than she probably has ever been with a male. As the conversation turns to seals she stands abruptly, eager to see what these creatures look like and her eyes lock with his as he asks in a hopeful voice of the sunset. For a moment she feels her wariness return for the words, the prospect, they seem very intimate, but she shakes it away mentally and offers him another smile. "Why not?" She shrugs her shoulders forward before following him down the beach as he carries their food. Covertly she looks out over Glorall while sneaking glances at him, trying to mull over his being, fascinated and drawn to him. A deep rumble of laughter emits from her chest at Praetor grinning with the crab and it's legs sticking up in the air - he is comical and she grins playfully at him. Then her eyes fall on the seals and she freezes, tail held high and ears pricked. She notices when Praetor leaps atop a rock and is swift to follow, her own figure sliding up next to his with fur intertwining as she stares out at the large seals. Their rippling flesh makes her lick her lips though she knew they would not be getting one today. The crab would have to suffice for now. "They look succulent. Much easier to eat than the crab," she jests with another playful grin. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |
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