Ouroboros Spine the bed's getting cold and you're not here

we need a more current one love

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]Already should he have known the fierceness with which she was able to love, or in this case, to hate. He had already seen it, with Majesty at the time, and would undoubtledly see it once more when the awaited meeting between Cara and Mara took place -- because it eventually would. But in the meantime Cara limited herself to simple express her anger in the form of insults and harsh growls.

But with the conversation straying far from the despisable bitch, much to her delight, she quickly statshed away the many insults left in her repertoire. She'd have plenty of other occassions to use them either way. Instead she focused on something she had not had many opportunities to use; her affection. With his nose retributing the same soft touch she extended her neck to give, she cracked a smile in her muzzle -- which only grew stronger as he swiped his tongue over her cheek tenderly.

The pleasant exchange of warmth they shared at night had not yet been ignited with the ardous passion of lust. Since the night which they had consummated their titles as mates, no physical connection had been made. Having children was of course, still a priority to the pale Queen, but so was making sure the Spine would be prepared for said children. And as long as her wolves did not know how to deal with Mara, she could not begin to arrange her den as a nursery.
Not yet.

It was then that his request pulled her from her thoughts.
Train one of the pups? Cara bit her lip pensively as she weighed the options that were laid before her. While she had grown to respect and admire her mate's affinity for the brutal activity of a murdered, she was not sure she wanted to see her own sons and daughters become cold blooded killers. Yet, being a Warrior that had already claimed another's life with angst as her sole motive she had no real reason to disgress -- but again, thanks to the strong motherly insticts beginning to make an appereance in her interior, no real reason to agree.

"I wouldn't mind you teaching them to fight -- just not dedicating themselves to it. If they want to howver, then I wouldn't want anyone else teaching them" she crooned decisively, her eyes seeking his acceptance as she again craned her neck to touch her nose to his. She didn't want to loose her children due to the path their father tried to set them in. If later on, they decided to pursue such way of life, then Cara wouldn't oppose.
But raising them to become a cold blooded murdered was not in Cara's maternity plans.
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