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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:33 pm
Mozelle shook her head, sighing to herself. She felt that something was wrong with her. Three times she and her mate had attempted to conceive puppies, and three times they had failed. She wondered if maybe there was something wrong with her, something she didn't realize before. But it didn't feel like that. So what was it?
Troubling her mind with these problems, she wandered around, heading towards the beach. Her former home hadn't had such a wonderful place to relax and think in, and so she was making the most of the ocean while she still had it. Head hanging slightly low, the spotted female wandered through the forest towards the sound of the waves crashing down upon the sandy beach. It was windy today, so the waves seemed especially aggressive, making her stay fairly away from them. Though she liked the retreat, she didn't so much like the feeling of wet fur.
Settling down a nice distance from the waters, she first sat down, then sank down to her belly, paws crossed. Her oddly violet eyes watched the ocean, as if expecting it to suddenly come up and solve all of her problems.
But they wouldn't, she knew. Those types of wishes were girlish, foolish. She wasn't so young anymore to continue thinking that everything would fix itself in time.
Sighing, she rested her head down upon her paws, a sad look on her face. "Forgive me, Gareth."
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 5:50 pm
A bit further off, the shambled brown wolf was steadily trotting down a wide slump, his normally bright green eyes somewhat jaded. Mozelle must be deeply agitated by him by now, he was sure of it! Why couldn’t he do this right? The thought of it alone was enough to cause him to blush- something which was quite a feat for a wolf to ever do! It didn’t help that Phib had been the proverbial wolf at the door about the whole thing. He’d never seen his father take such an interest in him before. And although Mozelle hadn’t said anything about it yet...his father certainly had scolded him.
Pup seasons had come and gone three times now, and he had gotten it right. He thought he was doing it right. Wasn’t he? How hard was it to get? But something wasn’t going right, despite all implications during the act that it was. Something... gods, what if he couldn’t have babies? He’d heard that happened to some men. He could only imagine what Phib would say about that. Or not say. He’d just get the solemn look of disappointment he had coined down to an art.
Haggardly, he heaved, and approached the small clearing they had been resting in this afternoon. As he approached, he tried to erase the worry from his face. “Mozelle-“ he called, half stumbling over a log as he did. Meekly, he smiled and wagged his tail, but noted that he certainly wasn’t making an impressive effort to show himself as a masculine fellow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:18 am
The spotted female considered the situation carefully. It was true, she was slightly upset about it all, and so she didn't want to allow her feelings to force her into making the wrong decision, if she was going to make a decision at all. But it was hard, and she felt torn. She wanted to please Gareth, to be able to give him sons, but how could she do that when they were having so much trouble with this? It was almost as if--
Someone called her name. Her ears perked, and her head soon followed. She craned her neck around to peer at whoever had called her. Gareth. Her tail thumped automatically in greeting. It was hard to ever be mad at him, although she admitted that Phib had no problem with it sometimes.
"Gareth," she said quietly, though it was obvious she was glad to see him. She raised herself up into a sitting position so that she may better greet him. And she waited, noticing that he was rather clumsy as he went over the log. She chuckled to herself. Some others might make fun of him, saying that he was childish or not manly enough, but she loved him all the same. She felt his difference from others was one of his charms.
Watching him approach, she folded her ears back slightly. She had remembered what had been troubling her earlier..
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:58 pm
Gareth grinned, and flattened his ears as he approached her. He still only half believed their relationship was real. It seemed so unnatural- a beautiful girl like her putting up with a male without any real [or so he saw] redeeming qualities. Mozelle was the kind of lady you saw with a guy like his father, or Kapu. He took every moment with her as a some sort of sign that at least somehow, fate was not so terribly against him.
“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” He frowned, although it didn’t stop him from siddling beside her and lightly resting his head on her shoulder. If only he could be more...well- whatever it was. He wished he was more of it.
Potent, for starters.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:22 am
The female shook her head in response. "Not at all. I was just resting here, watching everything." And thinking. Though she left that part out. Gareth knew his boundaries well, but they were mates after all. She didn't want him questioning her for answers she didn't have for herself quite yet.
As he rested his head against her, she smiled and licked the top of his head affectionately. It was true, she could probably be better seen with a strong, powerful wolf, one like Kapu. But the fact of the matter was that she was tired of wolves like that. She was tired of all the responsibilities that had been thrust upon her the moment she had decided to become alpha female with Kapu, so long ago. She was tired of that lifestyle, and she was searching for a calmer, more relaxing one. With Gareth, she had found that, and she loved him.
If only she could complete their life with new ones.
Sighing to herself, she also leaned slightly on Gareth, though she made sure she wouldn't make him fall over or anything of the sort.
"How is your morning?" she asked casually, not feeling strange at all. This was normal for her.
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