February 20, 2024, 11:54 AM
She'd seen him in eager visions since they had last danced on the beach, in the interim where she had waited for her time to come. In her mind, whether it be by daydream or by subconsciousness, she wondered what his touch might feel like, and found herself longing for him more and more. He had always been a quiet, but stalwart sentinel, giving up another path in life in order to serve Sapphique while he waited for his daughters to return to him.
As a parent, Chacal knew that there was only so much waiting a wolf could do, before their began to wait their own life away. She saw potential in Svalinn, and wanted for him to be able to see it as well. Sapphique could be his home- not simply a place where a bargain had struck.
He seemed to turn his eyes away from the waters at last, and turned them to her. With smiling eyes, she reveled in the change she saw. From soft longing, he now looked forward with vitality and a forgotten youth which existed still well within him. His own future waited him, and he seemed finally willing to grasp for it.
When he reached, she would be there- and she would pull him in close, and wrap herself in his embrace.
**
She couldn't help but feel like a bit of an idiot, in retrospect. Had she looked at him this way months ago, perhaps even a year ago- she would have had him in her life much sooner, had she only known. The same persistence and tenderness with which he had searched and waited for months was lifted- and now, he had somewhere to aim his ardor. He'd felt as heavy and powerful as a surging wave, leaving Chacal thoroughly fulfilled, and willing for a respite afterwards.
Even in words, he was tender and loving; and showed promise of being as dedicated toward her litter as Valravn had been for the children from last Spring. She would accept it whole-heartedly; after all, both he and Valravn were a part of the pack's legacy. Now, Svalinn's legacy would be mingled with the blood of Sapphique.
"Sea urchins it be, though wid time dat will change.
Pregnancy sometimes makes even favourite t'ings taste strange.
One day I want salmon, de next, a fat hare-
per'aps kelp, or squirrel, or a bird from de air,"
She laughed softly, and snuggle against him.
"But by all means, if it be makin' you feel good,
you are welcome to be bringin' me all de food."
No others had been granted this sort of welcoming, but she was happy to be able to extend it now.
As a parent, Chacal knew that there was only so much waiting a wolf could do, before their began to wait their own life away. She saw potential in Svalinn, and wanted for him to be able to see it as well. Sapphique could be his home- not simply a place where a bargain had struck.
He seemed to turn his eyes away from the waters at last, and turned them to her. With smiling eyes, she reveled in the change she saw. From soft longing, he now looked forward with vitality and a forgotten youth which existed still well within him. His own future waited him, and he seemed finally willing to grasp for it.
When he reached, she would be there- and she would pull him in close, and wrap herself in his embrace.
**
She couldn't help but feel like a bit of an idiot, in retrospect. Had she looked at him this way months ago, perhaps even a year ago- she would have had him in her life much sooner, had she only known. The same persistence and tenderness with which he had searched and waited for months was lifted- and now, he had somewhere to aim his ardor. He'd felt as heavy and powerful as a surging wave, leaving Chacal thoroughly fulfilled, and willing for a respite afterwards.
Even in words, he was tender and loving; and showed promise of being as dedicated toward her litter as Valravn had been for the children from last Spring. She would accept it whole-heartedly; after all, both he and Valravn were a part of the pack's legacy. Now, Svalinn's legacy would be mingled with the blood of Sapphique.
"Sea urchins it be, though wid time dat will change.
Pregnancy sometimes makes even favourite t'ings taste strange.
One day I want salmon, de next, a fat hare-
per'aps kelp, or squirrel, or a bird from de air,"
She laughed softly, and snuggle against him.
"But by all means, if it be makin' you feel good,
you are welcome to be bringin' me all de food."
No others had been granted this sort of welcoming, but she was happy to be able to extend it now.
It can be assumed that if Chacal is speaking, she will be singing. Her speaking patterns will always have a melodic quality to them.
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[m] A little shy and sad of eye - by Chacal - February 19, 2024, 12:26 AM
RE: [m] A little shy and sad of eye - by Svalinn - February 19, 2024, 05:34 PM
RE: [m] A little shy and sad of eye - by Chacal - February 20, 2024, 11:54 AM
RE: [m] A little shy and sad of eye - by Svalinn - March 11, 2024, 08:20 PM
RE: [m] A little shy and sad of eye - by Chacal - March 20, 2024, 10:52 AM