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 Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 8:26 pm
Isora's silent chant stopped when Amon's lips touched his and the mer looked up at his mate through misty eyes. He wanted dearly to interrupt Amon but his voice was gone. He tried to speak when the wolf said what he felt he had to but nothing came out except a soft rasping noise, like a file against wood.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 10:51 pm
Amon finished rinsing the wash-cloth walked back to Isora bering the bucket of water and wash-cloth with him then nealt down net to his mate diped the cloth in the water rung it out so it was damp and placed it on the mers forehead "close your eyes and get some rest love"
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 11:46 pm
All Isora could do was comply. He couldn't even apologize anymore. Sighing, the mer tried to go back to sleep but it was long in coming.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 3:50 pm
Amon smile gently at his sick mer then took one of Isroas hands into both of his "this wouldn't have ever happend if I kept my mouth shut."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:24 pm
Half-awake, Isora heard Amon. Frustrated with the loss of his voice, the mer sighed heavily and then bit his tongue. This wouldn't have happened if I weren't such an idiot he thought vehemently then sighed again and forced himself to relax, knowing that working himself up would only hinder his recovery.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:05 pm
Amon bent over Isora and kissed the mers forhead gently still bent over Amon wispered "I love you so very much Isora"
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:12 pm
Isora felt his eyes burn and sniffled lightly, unable to return his mate's sentiment.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:19 pm
Amon sits back up to his sitting pesition crosses his arms and watches over his mate his tail taping the floor in a steady beat.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:26 pm
Isora slipped in an out of consciousness but by the next morning his voice had started to come back. "Amon?" he said softly, both because he needed to get used to using his voice again and also because he didn't want to wake his mate in case the wolf had fallen asleep.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:15 am
Amon opend his eyes and leand in towards his mate "I'm here love, do you need something?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:33 am
"No, no," Isora hastily assured Amon in his soft, raspy voice. "I..I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything. Let's forget this ever happened, ok?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:41 am
Amon smiled down at his mate then kissed him "Sounds good to me love now get some rest"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:46 am
Isora still felt bad but it was with a considerally lightened heart that he went back to sleep, a small, tender smile just touching the edges of his lips.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:56 am
Amon sat back up and turned his head slighty towards the door "You need somthing Ismon?"
"No no I'm good just came to see how mom is doing and if you need anything since you haven't been to bed for awhile" he said walking towards his father
"He's got his voice back though still weak as for me I'm fine thanks for asking though wheres Alex?"Amon said turning his head back to his mate
"Probably in the kitchen again!" Ismon said with a smerk
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:07 pm
While this exchange was going on, Isora had stirred, slowly opening his eyes and glancing around without moving his head. Blinking, he saw Amon talking with Ismon, but what they were saying didn't register at first. His gaze shifted as a young, tanned anthro stepped in wearing a loincloth and not much else.
"That's exactly wear Alex is. Last I saw he was waist deep in the fridge," Ookami said with a roll of his eyes. Then his blank white orbs moved to Isora and he started, blinking. "Hey, mom's awake. How're you feeling?" he directed at the mer, kneeling next to him.
O.O Mom? Isora thought, shocked. Is that..? Is that Ookami?! Still a little sleep-dulled and sickly, all Isora could think to say was, "How long was I out?"
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