10-09-2017, 10:55 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
Fathers, be good to your daughters, and daughters will love like you do.
She dances her flighty dance around her mate and Nyxa, watching with eager excitement. There would be no one to tell her that this was not her family, her kin, her heartbeat. There was a longing though, a nagging ache. She missed her twins. She shouldn't be surprised that they couldn't be still, one was of the Wolf and one was of the Wind, it was in their nature to move around. They were mad at her, the both of them, but still she missed her surrogate sons. Fuck that being mad shit, they were still her family. She watches Nyxa furrow her brow and break a sweat trying to impress her mother, and it is one of the few comforts she has.
The girl huffs and puffs, and like the wolf she is, succeeds. Baby fangs pop out momentarily, before retreating into their equine form, and Jah is beaming. She clucks and noses the girl encouragingly, as proud as her mother at her slow but steady acheivements. She is progressing, she will shift like her mother and her brother. Jah-Lilah forgets how difficult it must be, @[Circinae] and Crevan make it look effortless. The filly triumphs, and all around is celebration. They rejoice playfully, their words dripping saccharine sweetness and encouragement. Jah noses her emerald lover and then her adopted daughter, filled with pride and love.
She turns to her mate and is greeted with a penetrating stare, and Jah-Lilah meets the oceanic gaze with an emerald one of her own. Circinae speaks as their youngling retreats, and Jah is already swaying and licking her lips. She misses her mate every time she is drawn away on politics, yet she always returns. It is this that Jah stakes her love on. Quickly she realizes that this may not be a meeting of the senses, that raw, rugged, nameless passion they have. Her Wolf-of-the-Water looks troubled, stormy, cloudy. Jah reels it in, enveloping them in a warm glow.
"My love, you can take me anywhere, this you already know. Let's go, I'm ready." Her words are sudden, quiet, honest. She picks up a steady trot, dancing away from Circinae now, any excuse to go back to the gypsy vagabond that she was. She needs no encouragement, her wanderlust is always at the surface, her mate and her family the anchor. She increases her gait to a steady three-beat, never looking back, trusting in her mate that she is not far behind.
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so mothers be good to your daughters too.
She dances her flighty dance around her mate and Nyxa, watching with eager excitement. There would be no one to tell her that this was not her family, her kin, her heartbeat. There was a longing though, a nagging ache. She missed her twins. She shouldn't be surprised that they couldn't be still, one was of the Wolf and one was of the Wind, it was in their nature to move around. They were mad at her, the both of them, but still she missed her surrogate sons. Fuck that being mad shit, they were still her family. She watches Nyxa furrow her brow and break a sweat trying to impress her mother, and it is one of the few comforts she has.
The girl huffs and puffs, and like the wolf she is, succeeds. Baby fangs pop out momentarily, before retreating into their equine form, and Jah is beaming. She clucks and noses the girl encouragingly, as proud as her mother at her slow but steady acheivements. She is progressing, she will shift like her mother and her brother. Jah-Lilah forgets how difficult it must be, @[Circinae] and Crevan make it look effortless. The filly triumphs, and all around is celebration. They rejoice playfully, their words dripping saccharine sweetness and encouragement. Jah noses her emerald lover and then her adopted daughter, filled with pride and love.
She turns to her mate and is greeted with a penetrating stare, and Jah-Lilah meets the oceanic gaze with an emerald one of her own. Circinae speaks as their youngling retreats, and Jah is already swaying and licking her lips. She misses her mate every time she is drawn away on politics, yet she always returns. It is this that Jah stakes her love on. Quickly she realizes that this may not be a meeting of the senses, that raw, rugged, nameless passion they have. Her Wolf-of-the-Water looks troubled, stormy, cloudy. Jah reels it in, enveloping them in a warm glow.
"My love, you can take me anywhere, this you already know. Let's go, I'm ready." Her words are sudden, quiet, honest. She picks up a steady trot, dancing away from Circinae now, any excuse to go back to the gypsy vagabond that she was. She needs no encouragement, her wanderlust is always at the surface, her mate and her family the anchor. She increases her gait to a steady three-beat, never looking back, trusting in her mate that she is not far behind.
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers, so mothers be good to your daughters too.