Post by pierre on Dec 9, 2005 20:52:07 GMT -4
ooc:sexxxxxxxxy it shall be
bic:
He crept round the femme slowly, nudging her barrel this way and that, feeling around gently for any source of movement the unborn may show. his texted mug snatched shockingly back as a tiny kick was felt for. he snickered quietly before wimpering lightly to the ess, for time was close, she dare deny it? he nibbled gently at her rouge hyde, removing the bits of battered blander that resided ruthlessly over her flawless plains. he cooed distinctively, attempting to bring what comfort he could, for he was no blind fool, any could see the heavy carriage of the femora. her cage drooped, that was clear, the swelling of her supplement as well was visible. a good sign indeed, a symbolic presentation of a good feast for the young once it arrived, the event that he so longed for. his ligaments flailed lightly, only to scrape at the moistened floor below. his words slipped carefully, quietly whispering within her tipped acoustics..
dear dove of mine, ye be the only one for me, we shant deny the fact..ye be deep with foal, and the time is oh-so soon. let it be a firm statement, one we shall face with the utmost pride.
his words flowed so smoothly, his cherub kissed chastastics gleaming with pride as yet another fond nibble swept over her large barrel. he returned his aperature nearer to hers, his scuppers sweeping over her sleek jawl line in a kissing motion. he plucked and strung at her tendrils, smoothing out the tangles that embedded the sleek curls of tufts that it was. this grooming soon projected movement, gliding over her spinals with a swift motion, his kissers lapping at the hyde that so tenderly covered her chubbed profile.
his coos echoed once more in utterly gentle tones, returning his station near her gaze. he chewed lightly at the twin zephyrs that sprung from her delicate carniastic, nudging at the boughs of her perch gently. his plumal lining streaked over his flesh, ridding of the pests swiftly, soon returning to normal stance, lowered uselessly around his haunches it gentle whisps as the curls cascaded down his musclarly defined charters. He began to pace slowly as he already began his thinkings of a wonderous dubbance of the newborn-to-be. if it be male, the name must be of courageous, one of the never-falling gods. if it be female, it must be femenine, delicate such as the foal itself.
the possibilities of such names shrouded his already cloudy thoughts. male names such as Spyric,cyntary,kadar[is that name used often?],Adah,or perhaps Kale? and as for female..Glyph? Manta?Blithia?hmm..perhaps Class should think of female, for a namer he was not, though an adoration filled him for the name cyntary or Kale. wonderous names, names of which resembled no weakness. Kye stepped lightly back to his queen's flank, murmering quietly these ideas to her. as he stood, he awaited a reaction,hopefully a greater one.
he eased his way around Class slowly, checking over her breathing symbols for signs of early labor or perhaps contractions, cases in which he would gladly usher her to the breeding grounds where the wonderful cycle would fulfill its duty. hums were sent out graceously, wondering if the femme too was anxious and rather ambitious about the happenings to come. the thoughts of her pain were heavily gloating within his blanked thoughts, echoing in his absent mind. his expression lay vacantly over the vastness that surrounded them, admiring their throne lands so dearly, loving the femme more so. their love was like no other he had ever witnessed, for so little time had they spent, though such a bond they had grew. a lovely thickness adapted to his heart, meant for Class and only Class, though was soon to be parted, wedging the newborn into this space as well. an easy fit it would be, for both were able of incapturous love, their light ways seethed all darkness that dared come after them, even their nights were regarded with the burning moon.
ooc:maybe not so sexy..
bic:
He crept round the femme slowly, nudging her barrel this way and that, feeling around gently for any source of movement the unborn may show. his texted mug snatched shockingly back as a tiny kick was felt for. he snickered quietly before wimpering lightly to the ess, for time was close, she dare deny it? he nibbled gently at her rouge hyde, removing the bits of battered blander that resided ruthlessly over her flawless plains. he cooed distinctively, attempting to bring what comfort he could, for he was no blind fool, any could see the heavy carriage of the femora. her cage drooped, that was clear, the swelling of her supplement as well was visible. a good sign indeed, a symbolic presentation of a good feast for the young once it arrived, the event that he so longed for. his ligaments flailed lightly, only to scrape at the moistened floor below. his words slipped carefully, quietly whispering within her tipped acoustics..
dear dove of mine, ye be the only one for me, we shant deny the fact..ye be deep with foal, and the time is oh-so soon. let it be a firm statement, one we shall face with the utmost pride.
his words flowed so smoothly, his cherub kissed chastastics gleaming with pride as yet another fond nibble swept over her large barrel. he returned his aperature nearer to hers, his scuppers sweeping over her sleek jawl line in a kissing motion. he plucked and strung at her tendrils, smoothing out the tangles that embedded the sleek curls of tufts that it was. this grooming soon projected movement, gliding over her spinals with a swift motion, his kissers lapping at the hyde that so tenderly covered her chubbed profile.
the preparations have been made,
now the final step is to be taken.
go ahead now finish it off,
you know the way this shall go,
now please,
won't you lead me in the end of our beginning?
[/center]now the final step is to be taken.
go ahead now finish it off,
you know the way this shall go,
now please,
won't you lead me in the end of our beginning?
his coos echoed once more in utterly gentle tones, returning his station near her gaze. he chewed lightly at the twin zephyrs that sprung from her delicate carniastic, nudging at the boughs of her perch gently. his plumal lining streaked over his flesh, ridding of the pests swiftly, soon returning to normal stance, lowered uselessly around his haunches it gentle whisps as the curls cascaded down his musclarly defined charters. He began to pace slowly as he already began his thinkings of a wonderous dubbance of the newborn-to-be. if it be male, the name must be of courageous, one of the never-falling gods. if it be female, it must be femenine, delicate such as the foal itself.
the possibilities of such names shrouded his already cloudy thoughts. male names such as Spyric,cyntary,kadar[is that name used often?],Adah,or perhaps Kale? and as for female..Glyph? Manta?Blithia?hmm..perhaps Class should think of female, for a namer he was not, though an adoration filled him for the name cyntary or Kale. wonderous names, names of which resembled no weakness. Kye stepped lightly back to his queen's flank, murmering quietly these ideas to her. as he stood, he awaited a reaction,hopefully a greater one.
he eased his way around Class slowly, checking over her breathing symbols for signs of early labor or perhaps contractions, cases in which he would gladly usher her to the breeding grounds where the wonderful cycle would fulfill its duty. hums were sent out graceously, wondering if the femme too was anxious and rather ambitious about the happenings to come. the thoughts of her pain were heavily gloating within his blanked thoughts, echoing in his absent mind. his expression lay vacantly over the vastness that surrounded them, admiring their throne lands so dearly, loving the femme more so. their love was like no other he had ever witnessed, for so little time had they spent, though such a bond they had grew. a lovely thickness adapted to his heart, meant for Class and only Class, though was soon to be parted, wedging the newborn into this space as well. an easy fit it would be, for both were able of incapturous love, their light ways seethed all darkness that dared come after them, even their nights were regarded with the burning moon.
come now little baby,
don't say a word.
its time for me to worry about you.
not yourself alone,
for now i be at your side,
willing to sprint to your every need.
now i beg of you,
don't use this to a sickened advantage.
[/center]don't say a word.
its time for me to worry about you.
not yourself alone,
for now i be at your side,
willing to sprint to your every need.
now i beg of you,
don't use this to a sickened advantage.
ooc:maybe not so sexy..