A moment of unexpected tenderness... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 16:52:48 01/30/02 Wed
Author: Redwood and Drael
Subject: A moment of unexpected tenderness...

Nothing betrays the male's presence, not sound, scent, nor sight, but the thick red muzzle tosses slightly to the side, whiskers flaring briefly. "Drael," the husky voice greets, the normally-stony tone warm with welcome. "Redwood," comes the bass reply, pale silver orbs taking in his mate's healthy appearance with sure approval. Tail blade twitching idly, the Original glances over her shoulder, icy blue eyes amused as they meet the black's gaze. Drael moves to his mate's flank, dropping his muzzle to brush her powerful shoulder. "How's the cub?" he questions, inquiring after their only living son, a small tan male. "The chirrling is fine. Healthy." A hint of maternal emotion can be detected in the low tone. Sprawling out gracefully, Drael leans heavily against Redwood's thickly-furred flank, sharing a brief moment of contact. Surprisingly, the femme leans towards her mate as well, nuzzling him lightly in a rare display of affection. Aside from deep breathing, the fur-against-fur rustle is the only sound to be heard in the dark forest, not even an Elei chirping. Simultaneously, two thunderous purrs erupt from heavily muscled throats, and Redwood tucks her muzzle under the black's chin, icy eyes closed. The thick tails twine, blades dimly clinking together in a silvery note. The two mated Korats need no words, nor even body language to communicate. Even warriors have hearts.

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