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Colored version of: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3205924
Better scan coming soon, I promise. For now, pictures.
Favole looked out across her country, watching the leaves fall from shivering branches. The wind was brisk and cold on her neck; tugging at the contraption that held her hair up, she released the strands, letting them tumble down her back. 'It feels nice,' she thought, running her fingertips through black tendrils of hair. Her mind went back to a week ago, before any of this happened.
...
She was sitting on her bed, cuddled up beside Arcane; her soul-mate, her lover, her only. Their paws were entangled, her head on his shoulder, muzzle in his neck. Her nostrils were filled with his scent -- it continually drove her wild. She laughed, pushing him over onto the bed playfully, straddling over his hips.
"So, what was that about not being able to wait until our child is born?" Grinning down to him devilishly, she gave her hips a grind into his, smirking internally when she felt his body's response pressing into the folds of her dress.
Arcane grinned back, grasping her hips firmly. His nine tails wriggled in delight beneath him, stroking along his mistress' arms, caressing her body. "Only that I wouldn't have to hold back in bed anymore, m'love.. You know how hard it is when I want you."
Favole's head went back in a howl of laughter, collapsing onto his chest, her arms twining around his neck. "Oh, do I!" She kissed him longingly, her ardent suggestions too obvious for her lover to ignore. And he most definitely did not.
...
Tears welled up in her eyes, her paws covering her breast where her heart lay beneath -- torn, shattered. His absence from her made her heart ache tenfold, causing another wave of tears and uncontrollable trembles to shudder through her body.
It had been a normal day; she was walking to the council room, Arcane by her side, when she noticed Azelda -- a woman who had been after her throne. She had previously tried to rally against her choosing of Arcane, claiming that a "slave should not be a king." Azelda also saw their child as an abomination, something that should not be. Arcane had silenced her rebellion with the show of his prowess, and reminded her that, slave or not, Kitsune blood was strong in his veins, and that alone qualified him for royalty. Begrudingly, she backed from her stand.
Today, however, the woman had been after her child -- stabbing Favole's swollen stomach with the dagger, specifically designed to kill Kitsune-kind. She lay bleeding on the floor, tears falling from her cheeks as she glared up to this woman, wondering how she managed to get past her guards. Five of those guards automatically rushed from the opposite end of the hall, two grasping Azelda and holding her in a vice grip, chaining her up to haul her into the dungeons; the other three knelt beside their bleeding queen. Two of them were females, their own eyes wet with tears from the useless and stupid loss of a child.
Arcane knelt beside her, placing a paw on her stomach. It began to glow. She looked up at him questioningly, and saw tears of his own fall. "I love you," he whispered to her, kissing her softly. "I can fix this. You will have our child."
That day, he gave his life for the child crying in the cradle in the room behind her.
Better scan coming soon, I promise. For now, pictures.
Favole looked out across her country, watching the leaves fall from shivering branches. The wind was brisk and cold on her neck; tugging at the contraption that held her hair up, she released the strands, letting them tumble down her back. 'It feels nice,' she thought, running her fingertips through black tendrils of hair. Her mind went back to a week ago, before any of this happened.
...
She was sitting on her bed, cuddled up beside Arcane; her soul-mate, her lover, her only. Their paws were entangled, her head on his shoulder, muzzle in his neck. Her nostrils were filled with his scent -- it continually drove her wild. She laughed, pushing him over onto the bed playfully, straddling over his hips.
"So, what was that about not being able to wait until our child is born?" Grinning down to him devilishly, she gave her hips a grind into his, smirking internally when she felt his body's response pressing into the folds of her dress.
Arcane grinned back, grasping her hips firmly. His nine tails wriggled in delight beneath him, stroking along his mistress' arms, caressing her body. "Only that I wouldn't have to hold back in bed anymore, m'love.. You know how hard it is when I want you."
Favole's head went back in a howl of laughter, collapsing onto his chest, her arms twining around his neck. "Oh, do I!" She kissed him longingly, her ardent suggestions too obvious for her lover to ignore. And he most definitely did not.
...
Tears welled up in her eyes, her paws covering her breast where her heart lay beneath -- torn, shattered. His absence from her made her heart ache tenfold, causing another wave of tears and uncontrollable trembles to shudder through her body.
It had been a normal day; she was walking to the council room, Arcane by her side, when she noticed Azelda -- a woman who had been after her throne. She had previously tried to rally against her choosing of Arcane, claiming that a "slave should not be a king." Azelda also saw their child as an abomination, something that should not be. Arcane had silenced her rebellion with the show of his prowess, and reminded her that, slave or not, Kitsune blood was strong in his veins, and that alone qualified him for royalty. Begrudingly, she backed from her stand.
Today, however, the woman had been after her child -- stabbing Favole's swollen stomach with the dagger, specifically designed to kill Kitsune-kind. She lay bleeding on the floor, tears falling from her cheeks as she glared up to this woman, wondering how she managed to get past her guards. Five of those guards automatically rushed from the opposite end of the hall, two grasping Azelda and holding her in a vice grip, chaining her up to haul her into the dungeons; the other three knelt beside their bleeding queen. Two of them were females, their own eyes wet with tears from the useless and stupid loss of a child.
Arcane knelt beside her, placing a paw on her stomach. It began to glow. She looked up at him questioningly, and saw tears of his own fall. "I love you," he whispered to her, kissing her softly. "I can fix this. You will have our child."
That day, he gave his life for the child crying in the cradle in the room behind her.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
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Thanks. :)
And by roleplay, I mean..er, well, it's hard to explain. Let me see..Ours was the online form, second paragraph.
Taken from Wikipedia:
Role-playing games
A role-playing game is a game in which the participants assume the roles of characters and collaboratively create stories. Participants determine the actions of their characters based on their characterization, and the actions succeed or fail according to a formal system of rules and guidelines. Within the rules, they may improvise freely; their choices shape the direction and outcome of the games.
Role playing can also be done online in the form of two person story creation. Some such stories involve scenes of sexual nature, though with the vast age groups involved in online role play, sex does not need to be involved and is a personal choice to add in. Role play can be done in forums where others can see them or in one on one chats such as email and instant messengers. There are different genres one can choose while role playing, including, but not limited to, fantasy, modern, medieval, steam punk, historical, etc. Books or movies can be used in role plays, either assuming the roles of the characters or using characters that the players create to take place of original characters from the book or movie.
And by roleplay, I mean..er, well, it's hard to explain. Let me see..Ours was the online form, second paragraph.
Taken from Wikipedia:
Role-playing games
A role-playing game is a game in which the participants assume the roles of characters and collaboratively create stories. Participants determine the actions of their characters based on their characterization, and the actions succeed or fail according to a formal system of rules and guidelines. Within the rules, they may improvise freely; their choices shape the direction and outcome of the games.
Role playing can also be done online in the form of two person story creation. Some such stories involve scenes of sexual nature, though with the vast age groups involved in online role play, sex does not need to be involved and is a personal choice to add in. Role play can be done in forums where others can see them or in one on one chats such as email and instant messengers. There are different genres one can choose while role playing, including, but not limited to, fantasy, modern, medieval, steam punk, historical, etc. Books or movies can be used in role plays, either assuming the roles of the characters or using characters that the players create to take place of original characters from the book or movie.
of course i try to keep the sexuality to minimum or not in my rps at all.. but it does work its way in there every once in a while ya know but its never happened with crush yet... is it posiable to call crush my fursona ya think?if not ill go with my imvu avi.. ok im ranting now im just gonna shut up...... now~runs off embarrassed by his ranting~
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