Post by Draeg on Mar 2, 2008 15:25:08 GMT -5
Words of comfort and reassurance. There was a time when Draeg could remember offering them to just about every varg he came across, whether they be kerl or pack born. And yet lately those same words he had once given to others had become strangely hollow to him, though visibly distraught over his mate’s death Cwen’s passing had affected him far more deeply then he would ever admit. Despite this he felt the constant need to humor those who tried to comfort him whether it be to spare their feelings or hide his own, particularly when dealing with Sorcha and Shayla. In Mist case he was no different though he remain sincere in his counseling of the Deorian beta.
“Some varg would consider that a blessing.” he chuckled sadly. “Cwen wasn’t exactly the friendliest drappa, in fact there were times she could be down right cruel. But despite all of that I loved her all the same.” Pausing he sighed, lifting his chin and allowing the breeze to sweep across his muzzle. There was something oddly familiar about the way in which the wind caressed his maw, sweeping beneath his maw and along his chin teasingly as though trying to seduce him. Lids dropping over amber orbs the amber male felt a smile come to his lips unbidden, tiny murr of pleasure sounding deep from within his battered maw at the familiar sensation.
From the recesses of his mind images flashed through his mind, familiar scenes and places filtering through his head like an old movie. In them he always see a beautiful grey drappa with stunning grey eyes sweeping her tail seductively across the muzzle of a lanky, love struck male with thick bushy fur and long fluffy tail, her pearly white muzzle set in a seemingly perpetually seductive expression as she guided him closer till he fell forward onto the ground in a cluttered heap. Even after a year of absence the amber varg could still recognize the subtle caress of his beloved mate’s touch against his skin, it gave him strength and reminded him of the bond they shared, a bond which transcended life and death itself.
“True, but most varg tend to view me as a bit more amorous due to accumulative number of offspring we produced, the fact that Zenith and Raikan came from Firefly’s litter doesn’t exactly improve my image but then I’ve never really cared what other varg think.” Glancing in Mist direction he smiled, ears tuned in to her suggestion. “A play date. That might be a good idea, Sorcha doesn’t really have anyone her age to play with and I don’t always have time to play with her. This could be good for her, I’ll be sure to bring her with me the next time I visit Deor. Now come let’s find you a place to rest, I’m sure you’re weary after such a long journey.”
“Some varg would consider that a blessing.” he chuckled sadly. “Cwen wasn’t exactly the friendliest drappa, in fact there were times she could be down right cruel. But despite all of that I loved her all the same.” Pausing he sighed, lifting his chin and allowing the breeze to sweep across his muzzle. There was something oddly familiar about the way in which the wind caressed his maw, sweeping beneath his maw and along his chin teasingly as though trying to seduce him. Lids dropping over amber orbs the amber male felt a smile come to his lips unbidden, tiny murr of pleasure sounding deep from within his battered maw at the familiar sensation.
From the recesses of his mind images flashed through his mind, familiar scenes and places filtering through his head like an old movie. In them he always see a beautiful grey drappa with stunning grey eyes sweeping her tail seductively across the muzzle of a lanky, love struck male with thick bushy fur and long fluffy tail, her pearly white muzzle set in a seemingly perpetually seductive expression as she guided him closer till he fell forward onto the ground in a cluttered heap. Even after a year of absence the amber varg could still recognize the subtle caress of his beloved mate’s touch against his skin, it gave him strength and reminded him of the bond they shared, a bond which transcended life and death itself.
“True, but most varg tend to view me as a bit more amorous due to accumulative number of offspring we produced, the fact that Zenith and Raikan came from Firefly’s litter doesn’t exactly improve my image but then I’ve never really cared what other varg think.” Glancing in Mist direction he smiled, ears tuned in to her suggestion. “A play date. That might be a good idea, Sorcha doesn’t really have anyone her age to play with and I don’t always have time to play with her. This could be good for her, I’ll be sure to bring her with me the next time I visit Deor. Now come let’s find you a place to rest, I’m sure you’re weary after such a long journey.”