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 Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 6:45 pm
Black legs stretched out in front of him he looked out over the trickling water of the stream in front of him. He had come out for a drink waiting for Moxii, they had planned to spend the day together, maybe even going out on a small hunt that was just the two of them. It had been a short while since their exploration to the cave where they had admitted feelings for one another and since they had only grown closer to one another. Never in his life did he expect to find someone he cared for like Moxii, though she was so careful and easy to start on many occasions. But there was something about the slight femme that he was ust drawn to the moment he'd spotted her while out wandering that fateful day.
His luck was finally turning around, coming from a dysfunctional family to say the least and then finding himself in a family oriented pack, surrounded by caring wolves who didn't look down upon him or sneer at his feminine pink pelt and the little white heart under his left eye, the faint scribbled markings that covered nearly his entire body, all marking he had inherited from both of his parents. Licking his dark paws, his brown eyes looked out waiting for Moxii to show, tail wavering as he patiently waited. White ears flickering he eventually laid his head down over his paws, a goofy little grin spread over his maw.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:08 pm
Until Bishop...
Bishop. The name was beautiful on her tongue. He was a roguish looking male, pink and black, just like her but his pelt was much more refined than hers. He carried himself with pride and in a goofy manner that could make even the most frightened of girls smile. They'd been hanging out alot. Especially since that day in the caves, where they decided they might be good mates to one another. The thoughts made Moxii's heart flutter and fly around in her chest like a butterfly.
Slowly she padded towards the place where they'd met, over and over again. She wasn't sure...if she was ready to share a den with him or not. They just met each other...but... He was perfect in her eyes. He alone would be the one to bring her out of her shell. Maybe someday, they'd have a litter of kids of their own. Momma would be proud.
"Heya," she murmured softly, popping up behind him and giving his maw a nudge with her own, ducking her head under his in submissive affection. "Good day?"
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