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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:19 pm
Morph nodded, smiling softly. “She’s a beautiful dancer. She belly dances mostly, but I think she’s learning other styles, too.” Morph took the piece of Ara’s skirt, staring for a moment at Ara’s blood, rubbing the material with his thumb. Then he nodded, smiling slightly at the tom in the glasses. Getting up he noticed Ishtar’s ears twitch slightly, but other than that, his brother hadn’t moved other than shifting slightly. Morph walked the river and soaked the material, scrubbing the dried blood out of it. Ringing it out, he soaked it again, ringing it a little less so it wasn’t dripping all over the place. Moving back to the tom, he handed him the damp rag. “I haven’t yet gotten your name.” He mentioned, smiling a little. “Unless you wish to remain anonymous.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:32 pm
Pale broken wings, you're just a little tired
Yuuki smiled at him as he came back with the wet rag. He took it and began cleaning her face and shoulders...not getting too close to her chest. He couldn't get to her stomach cause Ishtar was leaning on his shoulder and he didn't want to wake him. "She looks like that would be her style. And My name is Yuuki. And the other is my boyfriend Anbu." he said with a smile as he rubbed the dried blood off her skin. He looked at Ishtar and smirked hoping that he would be better soon to stitch up Ara if she needed it and so Morph could tell him more about how he felt great-full to him for saving Ara.
Ara started to feel herself coming around as she felt a cool liquid all over her face and chest. It felt nice on her skin and she couldn't help a little purr that escaped her as she felt so content. She heard the male with the glass's talking and she heard Morph. Though she smelled Ishtar nearby some place. She groaned a little wanting to wake up and cuddle with her Morph but couldn't do much more then groan and purr right now.
from the sky which is too blue. Don't do it for anyone else. Just smile for yourself
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Tiger_Kisa699 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 11:58 pm
Morph smiled softly as Yuuki introduced himself. Holding out his hand, he took the damp rag, wiping a little further down Ara but keeping her chest covered by the blanket. Taking her hand gently in his, he wiped the blood tenderly off her arms, the simple task helping to calm him even further. “Thank you again, Yuuki, for what you and Anbu have done. If there is ever anything you need, or if you need a place to stay, our house is open to you both.” Morph looked up at Yuuki, making another little bow. Then Ara purred and a smile came to Morph face and he looked down at her, smiling warmly. Setting down her other arm gently, he picked up her other arm, cleaning between her fingers then up her arm. When he was finished he set her arm down again on top of the flowers, leaning over to kiss her cheek again.
Bending back up, Morph wadded the rag in his hands, looking over at Ishtar. “How long do you think he might need to recover?” He asked Yuuki quietly, gazing at his younger brother’s face.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:04 am
Ishtar shuddered a bit, opening one eye lazily and looking at the shocked faces of the men around him. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, it seemed to him he was only getting stronger with practice… when he had healed their father it had knocked him on his a** for a hour, but now… only a uncomfortable stiffness. “You all fret too much.” The corner of his upper lip turned up in a half smirk before he stood up and leaned against the tree heavily.
The cream haired boy looked down at Ara, scanning her quietly. Yes, she was the girl he had met so long ago, and taunted about his brothers crush… but she seemed older now, covered in blood and her own skirt. More experienced to be sure.
“You guys need to get her into something warmer. I feel a storm coming...” Ishtar said, before turning and looking up at his brother, with an unreadable face. Ishtar was always there, even if he wasn’t seen… that much was certain. Always watching and never wavering.
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