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Post by Capella on May 2, 2009 21:54:58 GMT -5
Capella the Loving With the sigh, Capella felt the entire weight of what she thought was the world upon her shoulders. She felt tired and sore, from what, she was uncertain. As much as she wanted to, she could not rid her mind of the images of her deceased young. It was nature’s way—perhaps they would have grown up ill or lame in some way, she would never know. She cursed herself for the sharp words she had directed at Dax and felt that her swift temper had just endangered the precious friendship that she cared so dearly for. She allowed her honey colored eyes to meet his, listening to his stammering words and feeling another wave of greif flood her heart. She had unsettled his normally relaxed mood and made him uneasy. She had lashed out at him because she was angry with herself. Pulling her ears back, she whimpered softly, lowering her own head to her paws to stare at Dax.
She noted the tension in his jaw and the flaring of his nose, the very sight only increasing the anxiety growing in her gut. His last words seemed to echo in her ears and suddenly, she felt very far away from him. Still best friends? She saw the expression in his eyes and she felt the strings of her heart snap and the flood gates slam open. Her jaws parted, but the only sound that slipped out was a strangled whine. It was the only thing keeping her from controlling the emotions that where threatening to overwhelm her. She merely nodded her answer to his question. She tore her gaze away from him and turned her attention to her paws. Finally, after several moments of tense silence, she pulled her legs under her and pushed her body upwards. Hesitantly she moved forwards and lowered herself down in front of Dax, locking her gaze with his. “Of course, Dax… Nothing will change that. She paused, sighing softly. “ I’m sorry for how I reacted. It was wrong of me. I allowed my temper to get the best of me. I suppose that is my biggest flaw.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on May 3, 2009 19:22:22 GMT -5
The silence held the edge of a dagger, and the metaphorical blade's intention was doing it's job well: slicing him to the quick. He felt raw despair grate against his heart and while he knew that no apology could erase time, he still attempted, obviously miserable as he gazed up at her. His tail gave a feeble wag as she lowered her muzzle down to her silver paws, her beautiful amber eyes locking with his pale cyan ones. She said nothing, only emitting a gentle whimper, and Daxton mimicked her with his own thready whine. This drappa had invoked such strong feelings, feelings that had previously been unknown and ones that he still couldn't find suitable words. For while he was nearing five, he was still so underdeveloped mentally, it seemed, but Capella had started a revolution within his mind, one that was throwing all caution to the wind and creating a thunderous rampage of new-founded passion. Frankly, it scared him.
A near-stifled whine broke from the drappa and she nodded before deviating her gaze. The mann was uncertain of what to do, what plan of action to take, until the fae rose to her paws, moving so that she was sitting before him. He, too, pushed himself to his too-large tawny paws, their gaze locked, and listened with saddened eyes. Even after she had finished, he remained silent, his gaze unwavering and brimming with withheld emotions, with withheld words. Finally, it was as if a storm broke somewhere inside the dragga, and he scrambled forwards, nearly tripping over his ungainly limbs in his haste. He was a flurry of movements and apologetic whimpers as he dove forward, trying to get in as many contrite licks and nuzzles he could before she had the chance to push him away.
It was with a sheepish and nervous glance to Capella that he did pull away, pulling his ears back in the process. He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, but instead he simply swore and stepped forward again, tucking his head behind hers in the only sort of hug a wolf could manage. “You tolerate too much of me.” was all he could say when he finally did speak, though it was with a tired voice, and whispered.
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Post by Capella on May 3, 2009 20:23:00 GMT -5
Capella the Loving She had locked her eyes with his, searching his face eagerly for any sign that would prove to her that her heated words had not severed the previous ties they had created. If whatever connection they had created had been destroyed by her sharp words she would be devastated. Even the closest of mates had arguments, such was nature. There would be times of disagreement, but in such an early stage of friendship, she wondered if it could withstand. Silently, she begged the Gods to spare her—especially after everything they had put her through. Please spare this friendship. You stole my mate, my young—please don’t steal my friend. She felt a sudden urge to flee, to tuck her tail and sprint away into the trees—to where, she did not know. She wanted to be away, she wanted the moment to end and for it to be forgotten. She knew, however, that it was not possible. She would have to see it out to the end like an adult. She was no longer a pup who could crawl beneath her mother’s fur and hide.
The sudden movement pulled her from her thoughts and for a frightful moment, she thought he was going to attack her. Every muscle tensed as she readied herself for the impact, but instead of feeling the sharp pain of teeth as they broke through flesh, she felt licks and nuzzles. For a moment, she remained stiff, confused and uncertain, until finally, all the tension melted away and she returned the affectionate displays. When he pulled away, she laid her ears back, studying his face intently, looking for any sign that would show her what he was thinking. He made to speak, but instead, uttered a curse and moved towards her. The movement confused her and her confusion was evident by the furrowing of her brows. Instead, he brought his head around her neck so that they stood in a wolfish embrace. His words brought a faint smile to her face while her cream colored tail swayed gently. Pulling her head away slightly, she gently licked his ear and pressed her nose gently against his cheek. “You have nothing to fear. I shouldn’t have snapped.”
Capella replaced her head back behind his, renewing the wolfish embrace enjoying the simple contact between them. She allowed the silence to continue for a good while, until finally breaking it with a soft sigh and uttering a few almost inaudible words. “I love you.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on May 3, 2009 21:10:54 GMT -5
Capella's tongue was a damp tourniquet to the miniature rift that had struck his heart, holding firm pressure and cutting off the source of anguish. He spoke nothing except a series of whines that varied in decibel and pitch, feverishly licking the fae's muzzle with such a measure of zeal that he was almost forced to step back from dousing her in fervent, wolfish kisses out of fear of bowling her over. He had, of course, been keeping her earlier words in mind- that she was not as affectionate as other femmes- but it didn't matter to him, and this blitheness was utterly obvious through his actions. Yet, as he stood before her with a sheepish grin crooking its way about his short muzzle, his face fell with a sort of shock that quickly morphed into pleasant surprise as Capella reinitiated their embrace. He placed a broad paw on top of her smaller one, smile blooming from ear to ear despite the silence.
And then, in a voice so hushed that his ears quivered from their strain to hear, the femme spoke words of such a detrimental significance that Daxton was forced into silence. For a moment it seemed as if all movement within him stopped; even his ginger tail ceased its movement. Those were the words that, whether he was ready to admit it or not, he had been yearning to hear. Three syllables that, when combined, make for a force more powerful than anything the gods could conjure. It was with this in mind that he finally pulled away, only to touch his nose gently to hers, blue eyes twinkling and a broad, elated smile creasing his lips. For a moment, he said nothing- he simply gave what was a happy sigh and stepped forward again to lick her cheek in a tender caress- and then, with a gentle voice laced with the utmost firmness, he spoke. “I love you. I know it's only been a short span of time in the broad scheme of things, but...I love you.”
He fell immediately back into a state of extreme enthusiasm, prancing away before darting back to nuzzle her, grinning and laughing all the while. Coming to a halt just before her, he leaned in close, his maw aligned with her ear. “I love you.” There was obviously a smile in his smile, and he whirled, trotting out of the den and dropping to his forelegs.
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