08-14-2020, 06:52 AM
T O I V O
Worry would certainly not be the word, but oh, the days were coming closer and closer. Sometimes Oectra would be a horse, sometimes a wolf when she visited, though most of the time when he visited her, she didn't seem keen on showing him to her family. She'd told him they were all predators, so he didn't feel completely comfortable with the idea either if he was honest with himself; and so they spent more time in Tephra, and she made a den there as well.
Every time he saw her she looked more and more aglow, more round, perhaps, but certainly happy. Happy was all he cared about, and he forgot completely about the mare he'd met in the woods once and then never saw again. Oectra was his... mate? He never said it aloud, but with the way they acted, it was just as simple as that. He had no wolf instincts to keep to only her, perhaps, but it came remarkably close by now.
Today she showed up as a horse, and the young pair made their way to the place she had previously selected. The jungle flowers reminded him of the grove he was born in; his mother had picked it with care, picked the whole of Tephra with care, as well as she had picked Isilya. Oectra and he would not do such a thing, though - he knew from the start that they would stick together, whether they would be two, three, four, or more in the future.
Oectra was convinced there were two, though, and so he'd pictured their family in his mind as well. But to see them... what would they look like? What would they be like?
He paces anxiously, the whole time; until he decides not to disturb her with it and takes up a post right outside the den. Now and then he returns, trying to soothe her, calm her with a kiss, a stroke of sweat-wet hair out of her beautiful eyes, but he can do nothing to relieve her pain; his peace induction fails to take away her physical pains, even if it makes her feel calmer. And so he has to wait, and when the hours pass, it is such a relief to hear her speak their names.
He returns as swiftly as his feet allow, to find their two golden children nursing, their happy tails wagging left and right as he goes straight to Oectra. "You're beautiful," he tells her, finding the glow of happiness on her has not diminished in the least, only changed perhaps a little. Running his nose over her still-wet face, he releases a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.
Every time he saw her she looked more and more aglow, more round, perhaps, but certainly happy. Happy was all he cared about, and he forgot completely about the mare he'd met in the woods once and then never saw again. Oectra was his... mate? He never said it aloud, but with the way they acted, it was just as simple as that. He had no wolf instincts to keep to only her, perhaps, but it came remarkably close by now.
Today she showed up as a horse, and the young pair made their way to the place she had previously selected. The jungle flowers reminded him of the grove he was born in; his mother had picked it with care, picked the whole of Tephra with care, as well as she had picked Isilya. Oectra and he would not do such a thing, though - he knew from the start that they would stick together, whether they would be two, three, four, or more in the future.
Oectra was convinced there were two, though, and so he'd pictured their family in his mind as well. But to see them... what would they look like? What would they be like?
He paces anxiously, the whole time; until he decides not to disturb her with it and takes up a post right outside the den. Now and then he returns, trying to soothe her, calm her with a kiss, a stroke of sweat-wet hair out of her beautiful eyes, but he can do nothing to relieve her pain; his peace induction fails to take away her physical pains, even if it makes her feel calmer. And so he has to wait, and when the hours pass, it is such a relief to hear her speak their names.
He returns as swiftly as his feet allow, to find their two golden children nursing, their happy tails wagging left and right as he goes straight to Oectra. "You're beautiful," he tells her, finding the glow of happiness on her has not diminished in the least, only changed perhaps a little. Running his nose over her still-wet face, he releases a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.
Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind
@[Oectra]