Horizon Ridge I've Co[M]e to talk with you again

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Arric was a collector of things, he didn't carry them physically with him, but they lived there in his mind and in his heart and in his memories. And he was fairly certain this would be a favorite. One to take out and examine and possibly tell someone someday of the one that he could've won, but it would have been unfair to her. She was not a caged bird, but a free one.

The red of his fur, given to him by his mother, one of the few things she gave him before the world took her away. The blue eyes and the black of his fur, and the wildness that lay under. That was a gift from dad.

The shadows from his body played in such a way that it highlighted the gold of her fur, and the white streak. Oh if she'd let him, he'd worship her until he couldn't anymore.

A small smile lit up his face. I like that, if you ever want my real name. Ask.

Then he surged forward and placed a gentle lick down the golden spurs of fur that made up her head and down he shoulders. Gentle teasing touches, nibbles and a constant burr in his throat. He dipped low and high. A smile. Then he stopped asking permission to continue, after all no was no even if in the midst.