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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 6:30 pm
Musketeer was as usual finishing up his patrol and heading off to watch Necrala, he had noticed she was a bit under the weather as of late. He thought perhaps tonight he would offer to keep her warm through the long cold night, that would be nice no? As usual he expected to be rejected, but still his heart flickered with weak hope. The hope that only a male in love could feel, yet Musketeer didn't think he was in love that thought would have made him panic, for love had no escape.
Slowly he edged towards the den he had helped to create and slipped his muzzle into the entrance. "Necrala..." He muttered ever so softly.
For a moment he remembered most shamefully having been caught as he watched her sleep, stalker she had screamed at him. He wasn't stalking her he was protecting her! Because he...he...felt for her...
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 7:23 pm
--- Paranoid? Hell yes. But would the femme ever admit it? She'd rather die. And at the moment, this felt her only option. She'd lost weight, nearly drastically in her newly adapted eccentric matter. In sparse moments of what she assumed was sanity, she mused of how a rabbit must feel with a wolf outside it's den, heart thumping deafingly in it's ears.
--- A spiking fever had taken the corpse-like femme, and oddly, she no longer felt like herself. Disillusional and frightened, she obviously jumped when an odd muzzle poked it's way into her haven. Lips peeled back momentarily, before falling back feebly as she recognized the voice. Musketeer. The femme gave a soft nod, unsure of his intentions here. Certainly he'd been watching her more!
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 7:33 pm
Slowly he slipped into the den and frowned at her condition, he wasn't going to leave her like this. He would keep her warm all night and in the morning find them some breakfast. Slowly he moved against her gently lovingly in the darkness of the den with her consent everything seemed alright.
As they became one he lightly nosed her ear. "Why won't you let yourself be loved..." the soft whisper faded in the dark and together they slept.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 7:41 pm
--- Why didn't she stop him? What was he doing? In this muddled state of things everything seemed just to melt into one another, like a watercolor painting, sopping and dripping. The sickness had made her delusional, so, nothing was real. But what was, felt /good/, though, numbed out by the odd sensation a tiny voice, trumped by the beating of her heart screamed out in protest at the act of consensual love.
--- The rhythmic workings of the act were tiring, and accompanied with the fatigue she had felt earlier, Necrala welcomed sleep, panting consistently through the night. A pained expression crossed her face often, the fever was breaking as she passed through the realm of unconsciousness.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 7:45 pm
Musketeer rose before the dawn could slip into the warm den, he slipped out and quickly found breakfast. He brought a meal back to the den still alive he wanted the rabbit as fresh as possible when she woke. Now things would be okay between them, she would accept him? Love him? He could hope.
He snapped the rabbits neck with ease and slid into the den gently laying the still warm animal before her and lightly licking her muzzle. "Good morning sweetheart..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 7:57 pm
--- After a more than slightly eventful night, the femme lay asleep in the den, curled up in a small ball with her muzzle resting atop the tip of her tail. Her nose wrinkled lightly at the lick out of it's foreign nature, the smell of warm, fresh blood bringing her slowly to her senses.
--- Silver eyes opening soon enough, the simple act brought upon a dizzying sensation, almost like a severe hangover. With a soft groan the femme wrinkled her forehead against the throbbing pain, slowly but surely growing accustomed to the lighting of the large den. Her stomach, reminding her of the lack of food in it and the fresh prey in front of her maws, was quickly trumped at the dominant scent of musk that surrounded the den and strangely, herself. She reeked of it, and it's source was quickly found. Though it took her a moment to realize what in the world was happening around her, something in her swimming head finally took the hint.
--- Flashing with utter confuzzlement in her eyes, Necrala took a jump backwards, tail tucking and pressing herself the nearest wall. "What're you doing here?!" She inquired raspily, ears flicked back. Obviously the previous night's events were swept clean of the slate of her mind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:02 pm
Musketeer watched as she woke and smiled softly as she came around, he sat infront of the den entrance to keep the morning rays of sunlight from flooding in and hurting her eyes.
His head tilted startled as she jumped backwards, slowly he frowned. "You didn't think I would leave you alone after last night..." He murmered softly and slowly moved to nudge the rabbit towards her.
"You should eat up sweetheart, your still sick, you have to get better." He smiled softly certain all her feelings would come rushing back to her. They would make things right between them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:10 pm
--- At his words the femme couldn't help but suppress a shudder. That was all she wanted him to do! Leave her alone! Stalking her like a predator, toying with it's prey before striking! What sick fascination did he have with her? Love, he called it? It was horrible!
--- Feeling quite self-conscious with the overpowering scent of Musketeer on her pelt, quite worse and quite a bit more intense and penetrating than the first time he'd bedded down to sleep beside her in the den, the femme crouched down smaller, trying to keep frayed nerves tied.
--- Necrala ignored his encouragement for sustenance, instead finding her voice. "Last night? Wh-What happened last night?" She inquired defensively, with a horrible attempt to hide the hesitant inquiry in her voice.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:22 pm
He frowned as he saw her expression the way she crouched lower looking so afraid. He slowly moved down crouching to be at eye level with her, his stomach sank at her words. Didn't she remember? Didn't she feel it? Didn't she feel for him?
He took a deep breath, "we spent last night...together...you...you invited me in and we...Necrala..." He spoke her name pleadingly. How could she forget something so beautiful?
He felt his muscles tense under his silver fur, felt his breath halt in his lungs, he waited hoping she would remember and smile and come have breakfast. They could make things beautiful between them...why wasn't she reacting the way he hoped?
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:33 pm
--- Eyebrows wrinkled deeply, watching the male's every movements until he sank down, measuring the invisible silken thread between them. If he came any closer to her, she'd kill him. She knew she would. Dazed and confused, warm yet chilled, feeling like some liquid mass, legs like jelly.
--- His stumbled words combined with that tone he used, he wasn't lying...She could tell when people lied, and he did not. Either he was a sad, delusional fool, or...she actually had? The vague details he gave and her utter lack of any form of social interaction(obviously involving those of the -cough- procreative kind) hindered her with this information greatly. He wouldn't tell anymore about the subject, and she couldn't ask. She'd have to find out more, somehow, someway, but not now...Not like this.
--- Swallowing the ill feelings of miscontempt the skinny femme managed a plastic smile, as fake as the wounds and abrasions that marked her pelt so horribly. "O-Of course." Necrala replied softly, playing into this against every fiber of her being. In the den, this enclosed space, nothing could be forced out of him. She'd have to have space, if nothing else to run.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:37 pm
His heart sank lower still as he watched her slowly he backed up with a soft whine escaping his muzzle. She didn't feel it, she didn't feel the warmth inside, the bliss, the connection. She just wanted him gone like always.
He drew in a ragged breath. "Please eat Necrala...maybe it will come to you...we were so warm...together..." He emphasised Together.
What they had done had been so perfect, if only she saw it that way. How could he show her? What could he say to erase her contempt that he hadn't tried to say already.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:45 pm
--- "Of course, Musketeer. Everything is just....jumbled." She gave him a slightly pained look, a paw raised to make a gesture to her head. Perhaps it'd keep her from suspicion. The femme tried her best to keep from absolutely spitting poison. He was still here! And, 'together'? What in the world had he done to her? She felt sore, and weepy and tired, and flying and warm, but how?! Her emotions raged a war inside of her.
--- Turning towards the rabbit, her stomach once again pinched her angrily, reminding the corpse-like wolf that it /would/ indeed like to eat sometime. Setting on it, she couldn't admit that she didn't devour it with gusto, but her head swelled with thoughts and ponderings of the night previous' events, and thus she didn't enjoy it as much as she should've.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:49 pm
Musketeer nodded at her words, Of course she was getting used to the emotions...soon...soon she would accept her feelings for him. He smiled his tail wavering happily.
"You were so beautiful Necrala...Thank You..." He could never thank her enough for having given him a chance into her heart into her soul. He was certain she would come to understand how special what they had shared was.
"Are you okay? It didn't hurt?" He knew he could have injured her but perhaps she had only felt the pleasure of their union.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 8:57 pm
--- Chewing the remainders of the breakfast he'd brought for her she tried to deflect such question raising comments. She hardly thought of herself as any form of beautiful, and it was never applied to her name in the same sentence unless 'isn't' was in front of it.
--- Hurt? With a quizzical glance she prodded him to explain more, or hopefully to slip up and tell her the entire story. Her patience was growing short with this, and her mind was unraveling with every word of his. She was sore...Could they've been sparring? No, she'd be bloody and he'd be dead if they was such. And this wasn't the bite or claw induced sore, it was different. How though, evaded her like a stealthy rabbit through briars.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 9:24 pm
He slowly moved to lay down gazing at her tenderly she didn't seem hurt. Though he noticed she wasn't glowing with pleasure either, maybe next time.
"Was it good for you too?" He tilted his head hopefully his voice a soft rumble.
He wanted her to say something positive so very badly.
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