THE TANKLIKE SON OF IFRIT & EVERLYSE
[ male - six years - 31 inches, 130 pounds - no imprint - no mate - asteraia ]
He is loathe to shirk his duty, but there is a definite bridge to build over the gap of personal and occupational life. He must find some way to do better, be better, for her. His goddess, his shining light, was not some trophy to come home and admire as she slept. She deserved closeness, no matter what his ideas about supporting her included. So what if he had made himself useful, availed himself of a packs protection and made it stronger for her-- she needed him. As a man.
He would do this, so help him.
He is on his way home after another long day and night, finally at peace that the pack was protected from the beastly threat from without. It would be the first time in what seemed like ages that he might see her properly again. Their coming together had been in his love of her, though the words had not been returned as such. He could feel her affection, the yearning for him, or he would not have allowed himself to partake of her.
He hears over the seas sounds of distress then and the scent of her blood almost makes his throat close on the air he breathed-- until the note of something MORE.
It was time; they were here!
He is almost killed in his hurry down the cliffs to the little cove-let of beach that snuck back from the water. He is shaking off the sand, face plastered with the wet form of the stuff and his fur looking as though he had taken more than a little tumble-- just as his firstborn, his son, came into the world. The pain on her face almost awakens him, but just as he is about to start forward, there is his little girl. His little boy, his little girl, and the shining star of his heart curled into the sandy floor just back enough that shadow obscured proper sight of them.
It is only those nebulous eyes that seem to summon him to step forward, so gingerly that he might have seemed silly with his stocky bulk trying to be dainty. Mussied and sand-tossed or not, there is a brightness to his sunset-fire eyes no one could doubt was elation. He is almost right upon them when suddenly a childishness washed over him and with a skitter and a down-arched tail, he whirls and galumphs in the most unmanly show of excitement he had ever attempted. In a tight, amazingly agile circle he thuds until he nabs his tail and finally released.
"I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO FIRST, KISS YOU OR GOOGOOFACE AT THEM!" His appearance is only made more foolish now, the elation and sprawling stance of his legs adding cartoonism to his messy fur. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he pants with the biggest, new-father, grin the world has ever known.
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