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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 4:02 pm
Ori glanced to Erosia and smiled at her. The quiet time of the morning when it was just him and her in the time before anything was quite awake, the time that only the sun seemed to be waking. That was the time Ori enjoyed. "Good morning my love. Sleep well?" He asked. Oh he'd slept like a log. Not even a pounce from the grown Iris could have awaken him last night.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 5:07 pm
"Like a baby." Erosia purred, burrying her muzzle on his black mane. Ah, the warmth of another... Something she rellished beyond imagination. Years of loneliness did that to you... She let the silence fill in the peaceful moments, finding herself biting her lip in expectation. Oh, to hell with it, might as well spill the beans... "Ori... Remember that talk about cubbies and all..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 5:23 pm
Ori didn't mind Erosia's touch at all in fact he wanted as much of it as he could get. It was the attention that he ate up like a fresh kill. He had all the attention he could ever want and he was happy to return it to the one female he loved more than anything. "Uh.. Yeah I remember it quite well. What about's it?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 3:52 pm
"What if... well, it came true?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 4:10 pm
Ori perked his ears up in a curious fashion and looked over at Erosia. His expression was blank for a few moments but then a smile spread on his face. "Then a new adventure would begin." He replied with a happy chuckle. "Should I be preparing myself for a new adventure?" He asked not sure if Erosia had something else to this conversation she hadn't added yet or if she was just asking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 2:09 pm
"Aye aye cap'n, aye aye..." Erosia said, giggling, before snuggling further on his mane. Happy, happy day it was, and quite perfect too. She wondered what Iris and Iro would think of it, of younger bundles scampering around, of their little siblings.
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