Ankyra Sound The retelling of an old story

Obsidian ears perked at the mention of visiting him, only to be followed with a sense of duty, the look of surprise that flashed against his muzzel vanishing as soon as it had arrived. "I see, well I appreciate the gesture. I have found my new home." Cecil cleared his throat of the air that stuck to his jaws. "Where are you off to?" He took to long to add that question, leaving a lingering feeling of disappointment in his tone. Why would she leave?

He didn't have the answer, and he wanted to know. He needed to know. She had only just arrived, this ebony princess had landed in his grasp once more. And he was hard pressed to release his grip of her. You could stay. No matter how fleeting the moment, of how long the time, that was what he wanted. If only she would stay. "You don't have to be in such a hurry." It was almost a whisper, Cecil almost wished he could have realed in the words before they escaped his slippery tonge. His words betrayed him, and he looked away from her. His gaze landing on the moon as it finally made it's debut.