Thread: 'Twixt Sea and Mirrored Sky (MissInk & Erit)

Azrea's tall ear pressed against the chest of her Mate as his arms bound her close to his chest. The sturdy thump of his heart and the warmth of his body made her noticeably relax in his arms. Her tail faded from a casual sway and wrapped around his leg comfortingly. He was the only person who made her feel safe and not once, even when she first laid eyes on him, did she ever feel scared of him. There was a gentle soul within his grief-stricken body of strength and most saw only the surface. Though she had never spoken a word about it, she wanted to know him. Who he was, where he came from, why he didn't speak and his name. What stories were behind those scars she had kissed a hundred times. The Vixen looked up to Him as he shrugged and she chuckled in response. It didn't matter. It was a new town and that used to make her nervous but since traveling her anxiety in new places had faded. She trusted him and he had never given her a reason not to. The anxiety stemmed from her general fear of strangers though and her Mate's rehabilitation had reinstalled her sense of trust, she couldn't help but associate Traders and Merchants as Slave Drivers. Their stock likely came from the hard work of their prisoners. Whenever Men looked at her from the safety of her Mate's shoulder, Azrea only interpreted it to be gazes of Greed. She had been treated as a tool and means for profit and the stubborn Fox would never believe that the average man saw her as anything but. Regardless, Foxes mated for life and there was no male better than her own. His Kit sighed softly when his big hands gently slipped through the soft fur of her tail, brushing against the slender extension of her spine. It was near hairless when she swore loyalty to him. Stress had her pulling the fibers from the limb, giving it an almost rat-like appearance, but it was a behavior that immediately stopped under her Captain's care. She unraveled her tail from around his leg and curled around his hand as he stroked it. I have wondered what it sounds like if you said my name, she said softly while he reached for the comb. The teeth flowed through her fur, infrequently catching knots. All she knew of his voice was his groans of gratification but even the thought made desire stir with the after ache in her loins, making her body and tail shudder in his lap. ...Maybe its better If I don't she giggled, giving his body an affectionate squeeze. The Fox gripped her Captain's shoulders and pulled up to stand on his thighs before sliding her leg over his body to mount his shoulder. She gripped the back of his shirt to steady herself as she stood then it came to rest around the back of his neck as he strode outside. The rain moistened her nicely brushed tail almost immediately, making the once fluffy fur fall flat and expose the thin boney limb underneath. The sleeves of her white under blouse became almost transparent and if it wasn't for her bodice she'd look almost nude. She gazed over the docks of the new town and through the rain dampened the smells, all docks carried the same scents Brine, damp wood, ale, dirt, and vomit. Most of them came from an Inn just across the Docks. Wooden market stalls had shack like roofs to protect their goods but had begun to pack their wares away in the light of the setting sun.