06-22-2015, 03:49 AM
She is not awed by the Silver Cove as Ghoest had been. He’s a little disappointed, but he must allow that the Cove is not as pretty in the daylight as it can be at night, in the light of the moon. It’s a pity though - he knows Ghoest’s instant attraction to the land will make it all the harder for her to leave (of course her fear of him will also be a strong barrier). Killgore will clearly not have that same pull. And he does not wish to cow her the way he does Ghoest. He can already tell that he will have to work harder to keep her satisfied and happy.
He briefly wonders if he should continue to allow her to be so brash and strong, but he quashes it. It’s good to have this different personality in his herd. If it later becomes a problem, then he can consider breaking her. But actually, surprisingly, he hopes that it does not come to that.
She is, at least, pleased and says as much, returning to his side and brushing past with a tantalizing touch. It warms his iron skin and makes him think of the quickly approaching autumn, and the season that comes with it. He’s interested to see what kind of child they could produce. Could she be the one to give him a talented child?
She wants to see more and he’s happy to oblige. The Cove is his little kingdom, and her wants her to like it. “Of course. Where would you like to start? The beach? The hills? The caves …?” He spares a passing thought for Ghoest, whom he has not seen since he carved his mark into her side. He will have to visit her soon for the breeding season, though he rather hopes they do not run into her today. He wants to enjoy Killgore without any distractions.
He briefly wonders if he should continue to allow her to be so brash and strong, but he quashes it. It’s good to have this different personality in his herd. If it later becomes a problem, then he can consider breaking her. But actually, surprisingly, he hopes that it does not come to that.
She is, at least, pleased and says as much, returning to his side and brushing past with a tantalizing touch. It warms his iron skin and makes him think of the quickly approaching autumn, and the season that comes with it. He’s interested to see what kind of child they could produce. Could she be the one to give him a talented child?
She wants to see more and he’s happy to oblige. The Cove is his little kingdom, and her wants her to like it. “Of course. Where would you like to start? The beach? The hills? The caves …?” He spares a passing thought for Ghoest, whom he has not seen since he carved his mark into her side. He will have to visit her soon for the breeding season, though he rather hopes they do not run into her today. He wants to enjoy Killgore without any distractions.
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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