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Post by The Jenn on Oct 3, 2009 13:03:18 GMT -5
H- h- he kissed her. He kissed her. He kissed her. However the sentence sat on the tongue, it was delicious.
"I ain't so bad at bargaining," she returned with a stupid grin on her muzzle. "An' the promise, oh, the promise is made. All you gotta do is decide whether or not you're up to it." Pleasepleasplease say yes. Please. Damn it, hot man, he had to say yes. She barely even cared what he said yes to at this point. Talk about getting easily worked up. There'd never been a boy she felt so... passionate about before.
And here she was, in the arms of the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. And he wasn't pushing her away. He seemed to be going along with everything rather perfectly. She was about ready to crawl out of her skin she was so delighted. This was a hell of a lot more than hand-holding and hair-petting.
Although, she did want to pet his hair. One of her hands was almost touching it anyway, hugging him like that, and she wiggled it just an inch or two closer until she could reach the silky lilac tail.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 8, 2009 11:38:18 GMT -5
This was nice. He couldn't help but chuckle at the grin on her face. Well apparently he was saying all the right things. No point in backing down now. "Of course I'm up to it," He said as his smile turned into a rather wicked grin.
It wasn't everyday you fell into the lap of someone who seemed to think you were the most gorgeous thing to walk on two legs. And it wasn't everyday they saved you from dying in the middle of nowhere. He would be dead if it wasn't for her. And she was a sweet girl even if she was a... lot... rough around the edges.
He made a surprised sound when he suddenly felt her petting his hair. He shifted a little to give her better access to it. "You know, it's not as soft as it could be. But unfortunately you don't happen to have the conditioner I use out in the Marsh. Imagine that."
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 19, 2009 16:49:13 GMT -5
He said yes. Felaria could have fucking melted on the spot.
Except she wouldn't get anything if she turned into a puddle of goo. She shifted with him and carefully twisted her clawed fingers into the mane, petting it like some sort of skinny Persian cat against his back. Her nose was touching the edge of his jawbone, right below his cheek, and she closed her eyes happily as she got to pet. Hopefully he would return the favor. Somewhere. Anywhere. Or just, y'know, whatever. It didn't even matter.
So damn hot and bothered. She didn't even know what to do with herself. She kissed at his jaw carefully, as best she could with a muzzle, and shimmied until she could wrap around him a little better. Then she moved her nose down to his neck and rubbed her cheek against it happily. "I'll get it for you. Somehow," she promised with a sigh. If his hair could feel even better than this, she'd find a trader and scare the fuck out of him until he agreed to find it. Or maybe she'd just bribe him. Depended on the trader. Whatever worked.
And what worked right now was her, and him, and this bed, and this moment, and she didn't want to waste a second of it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 19, 2009 20:13:01 GMT -5
This was going for faster and far better than the Esterberry had ever expected. She certainly wanted to take it to the next step if he seemed to like it or not. Of course, it was hard to argue against such actions. She was nothing like anyone he had ever met before. "Ah, Well," the Esterberry said as he brushed his fingers through her mane. "It doesn't really matter right now does it?"
This was certainly ten times better than sitting around and worrying.
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Harold truly hoped he wasn't being paranoid. The old man had hated him from the start, but now he was starting to think it was a little more serious. Just the way the man looked at him sometimes. But Felaria reassured him that things would be fine. It had almost been a month since he had been saved, and from the looks of it Felaria was reconsidering her idea of going to the court of Hearts.
He shouldn't be worried when things were going so well.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 20, 2009 11:14:37 GMT -5
The longer the two of them stayed in the house, the antsier Felaria's granddaddy got. She knew it, knew it was going to happen when she brought home an injured human who needed to heal, and so did he. But it made him twitch all the same. He'd only agreed that she could delay her departure, and the human had started to look just fine. She could drag it around with her out of the marsh now. The two of them needed to get going.
But they weren't, and it troubled him. Made him angry. He wasn't a fool, he'd seen the looks between them. Especially on his granddaughter's face. She couldn't hide a damn thing from him if he started poking his nose into it. He knew damn well she'd staked her claim on him in more ways than one, and while that was fine... she was getting too comfortable. Something in the back of his head, watching how the two of them acted and how content she seemed to play house, worried that this scrawny man was set to make a wife out of her and tie her down with a family before she could do anything with herself. Just like his daughter.
Like hell was he going to watch all of this happen again. He'd kill the fucker first. But hopefully he wouldn't have to. He just needed to get him the hell out of their house.
If he'd known that Felaria no longer intended to join the Courts... he would've gutted him then and there.
((Lemme throw in another one or two. <3))
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 20, 2009 11:38:24 GMT -5
For herself, Felaria knew this wasn't going to be an easy relationship to manage, not while they were in the Golfam. She still wanted to get out, to see other realms, to travel and experience what the world had to offer... but she wanted Harold more. Ideally, he'd be happy to get out and back to 'civilization', as he'd put it once. He got a punch on the arm for that one, but it was playful. He hadn't meant nothin' mean by it, she knew.
She hadn't worked up the balls yet to tell her graddaddy that she wasn't going for the Courts anymore. After everything Harold had said, everything he'd been through, and what he knew about the current Queen of Hearts - Regina, the Highland vermin-eating snake-bitch - it seemed stupid to cling to something like that. She hadn't known before and she did now. Wasn't that the whole point of bringing him back in the first place, so she could learn what she'd be getting into? From Granddaddy's point of view, anyway.
Except that it wasn't supposed to keep her from going.
Could she leave here without telling him? Just go, travel, and come home later without a title and explain it after the fact? He'd never forgive Harold if he knew, but he'd be just as likely to never forgive if she told him sooner rather than later. But she wanted to be able to come home after she left. She loved her home, and her granddaddy, and she didn't want to leave for good.
Dammit all, this wasn't supposed to be so hard! Finding the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with shouldn't have complicated everything so damn much. She loved him, he loved her, and everything was supposed to be fine. Not a huge mess.
Oh well. They could stay a few more weeks, give her time to figure out how she wanted to tell her granddaddy or if she did at all, and then they could go.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 20, 2009 11:47:37 GMT -5
((Please excuse me for the liberties. <3 I didn't think you'd mind, but if you want me to change something then just lemme know.))
Things so rarely went according to plan.
Another week and the old rat knew he'd need to put his foot down and do something about this mess. She hadn't left yet and a month's wait for recovery was all he'd agreed to. He didn't mind her still being here so much, but not while that spineless little waste of space was the one keeping her. He made up his mind, and he made arrangements.
Evening fell on another hot, muggy swamp day and some visitors arrived at their house. Felaria was out back skinning and gutting dinner. Her granddaddy called Harold into the main living space, standing with a group of three other Golfam rats. Before the human knew what was going on, a fourth moved up behind him and grabbed his throat so he couldn't make a sound. One of the others shoved a foul-tasting rag in his mouth and the old man waddled up to stare him in the eye.
"Now lissen up. Ain't no pansy-ass human gonna turn my lil' girl inna his housewife," he said with a growl, orange teeth gleaming dully in the light of the room's oil lamps. "You show yousself in these parts agin' an' I cut off what she likes so much 'bout you. Feed it t'the swamp. Then you next. Y'hear?"
He shoved a sack over the man's head, tied it on, and then waved the group away. His intent was for the men to take him to the edge of the big city and leave him to stumble back to his old life. Sadly, they had other plans.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 20, 2009 15:18:05 GMT -5
Harold could feel himself panicking as he entered the room. He knew the man didn't like him to begin with, and suddenly he wanted to talk to him. It didn't sit well with him.
So of course things came crashing down around him. When he was grabbed by the neck his first instinct was to scream. He was only silenced faster by having a rag stuffed in his mouth. What was happening? What were they going to do to him? He struggled against them, only to find that they weren't about to let him get away. The man's eyes widened as he listed to the old rat.
He wanted to say something, anything in protest. But the sack was over his head, and he was being dragged away.
Oh no. No. No. No! What were they going to do to him?
No matter how hard he struggled, it was no use. He couldn't free himself, and he was at their mercy. And the more he listened to them talk, the more he realized that he wasn't going to make it out of the swamp.
They were going to kill him and he had no possible way to stop them.
And he was never going to see Felaria again. After all of that. After finding someone different from anything he had ever known. Someone amazing. Just like that he was never going to see her again.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 20, 2009 15:41:15 GMT -5
Fifteen minutes after the group left, Felaria came inside with the cleaned kills. She set them in the kitchen, washed up, and got ready to start cooking dinner. Then she called for Harold to help her with something. He didn't answer, so she called again. Confused, she went to check his room. That was when her granddaddy stopped her. And told her. "For her own good."
The screech of rage scared things all around their house into sliding back into the water. Her granddaddy may have been the bellower in the house, but he'd never gotten her mad enough before to scream right back. Respect your elders. That's what everybody said, and that's what she believed. But not right now she didn't.
"Damn you! FUCK you! I'mma bring back my man an' we're gone! We're gone an' we ain't never comin' home! He's mine an' I's takin' him back!" Practically sobbing with anger, she ignored his shocked silence and tore out of the house with a lantern, sprinting up the nearest tree. She ignored the bellows that followed her, ignored the falling dark, ignored the critters that slithered and skittered out of her way as she jumped branches. She had to catch up with them.
He was hers!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 20, 2009 16:26:43 GMT -5
Harold held his breath as he listened to the rats bicker. Maybe if they were distracted enough he could somehow slip away? Not like he knew where the hell he was. He had no sense of how far away he was from the house... and he knew full well he couldn't navigate the swamp.
"He'sa pretty one," commented one of the rats. As they grabbed Harold's ponytail giving it a swift yank. "I think we oughtta make somethink nice outta him."
It was difficult for Harold not to squirm, but one of the other rats decided to pin him down. He was nothing more than a toy to them, still gagged, and still tied up. Suddenly the sack was removed.
It wasn't much of an improvement. In fact he would have preferred the sack on his head compared to the face of one of his captors. Harold's eyes widened as he saw the knife that the rat on top of him was holding. "I wonder what we could make outta you?" He said as he lightly ran the knife across the Esterberry's throat. "Enchanted handbag maybe?"
He was going to die. There was no way around it. The man closed his eyes and prayed to anything that would listen. He didn't want to die. He just wanted to... be happy. And he had been truly happy for the first time in a long time. And now everything was over.
"Hey! I think someone's comin'!" one of the men exclaimed as he motioned to one of the silent companions to get ready for anything.
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