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Of Necromancy and Nobility;; Part 2 |
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Crevan watched her with interest as she became accustomed to his home. She was such an apprehensive creature, and so attentive. Her ears flicked with every sound, and her tail would stop in mid-air as she listened to whatever had startled her, which often was merely her claws against the floor.
After the first few days of just wandering and getting accustomed to her new surroundings, she began to sulk instead, finding a dark corner and curling up in it. This was when Crevan became concerned about the quality of his investment.
He approached her warily as she sat in her bed one morning, back against the headboard, knees pulled tightly to her chest. She seemed to be depressed, broken even, as she sat and stared at the sheets. He sat on the edge of her bed, smoothing a wrinkle in her comforter.
“You don't look well, Ahri.” he said softly, his tail swishing. She didn't even twitch.
“You're not going to hit me for not groveling at your paws when you walked in?” she asked, her eyes blank and her voice emotionless. He frowned, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“Of course not, why would I ever hit you for such a thing? I ask for respect but never for groveling.” he replied, his ears folding back a bit. Her ears swiveled forward.
“Then you're one of a kind, Master Corin.” she said, her gaze drifting to her paws, “They used to love hitting me.” the half-demon's expression became downcast.
He shifted closer to her, lifting her chin and meeting her eyes. His cheeks flushed under his dark peppered fur as he rubbed beneath her jaw, causing her to purr softly.
“Would you rather that I hit you? I'm not like that, Ahri. I took a chance with your purchase, hoping that you would prove to be a good investment. I never intended to hurt you or get rid of you if you weren't.”
She laid down submissively, leaning her head in his lap and setting a paw on his knee. He placed his own paw on top of hers.
“You're safe now. No more hitting.” he said, looking down at her, “Promise.”
His tail twitched, and he continued to watch her, smiling softly. She was truly a beautiful creature with her cream and light rust-colored fur, the dark rust bands and stripes, and black-tipped ears. Her demon's eyes and horns added to the mystique that was this cat.
xRiniel · Tue Feb 07, 2012 @ 04:30pm · 0 Comments |
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