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Just a short story I thought to type up....Nothing important.
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Slowly the old door is opened to a room that was locked up to the world. In walks in a tired white vixen with her head hung down in shame, and tears rolling down her muzzle. “I can’t do this anymore.“ she whispers into the dark room.
Back into the corner sit’s a cage not seeing the day of light as one lone window lets the light stream into the room by a single window. “Then you know what to do.“
Nodding she walks over to the wall that holds the keys, and pulls down the rusted one. Walking softly over to the cage she grasp the lock, and inserts the key. Just before she turns the lock a paw comes out to wrap around hers to prevent the turn. “You sure?”
Staring into the eyes that are a mirror of her own she turns to look towards what the beam of light is illuminating the studs in the wall with the chains hanging down. “It’s the only way we survive.” turning the lock she steps back and opens the cage door.
Quietly as a whisper the dark figure stands up looking her in the eyes, and nods towards the chains.
With her head held high she walks regally towards the wall that is her fate, and settles down looking up towards the window, basking in the light. Holding up her wrist she looks over towards the dark figure, and waits patently with the tears streaming down her face. Her white fur glistening in the light as her markings glow softly acting more off her emotions than her thoughts. “I’m ready.”
Shaking her head softly the dark figure steps into the light showing off the mirror image of the one sitting in the light the only difference is her fur is a dark bluish color. “It’s hopeless you know….” as she places the shackle around the white ones furred wrist.
Regally she looks at the blue one as she speaks softly almost in a heart broken murmur “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be…we just have to wait.”
Scoffing the blue one snarls out angrily “Till what? Till we cry a river. It’s better this way, and you know it…” as she picks up the other shackle and pulls the white ones wrist towards her.
Slowly the white one pulls her other paw towards her heart and says “Is it?…Doesn’t feel like it’s the only answer.”
Looking the white one in the eyes she puts a finger under the muzzle, and states calmly. “Well I’m done waiting it’s time for me to take over again… God knows what I have to pick up.” with that one touch the glow slowly recedes from the white one’s marks, and transfers over to the blue one.
Feeling so relieved she lets out a soft breath as she curls up against the wall “Only thing we have to pick up is our pride this time…Our heart is used to this remember?” Lets a lone tear slid down her cheek.
Turning towards the white ball of fluff she says as if talking to a child “Yea. I remember…Why, do we trust again?” she looks towards the door and grimaces.
Softly she looks toward the blue one hair in her face as she says “Because…we knew what it was going to be…” she smiles softly a far off look in her eyes.
Stiffing her stance the blue one gets ready to walk towards the door “What was that?”
Laughing softly as if amazed that the blue one is oblivious to what she is about to say. “Love… Not just the kind you find for one night, but the kind you can come home to spend the rest of your life happy with.” takes a paw hand, and sits up looking at the lone dark figure walking towards the door to freedom.
Glaring ahead as if the white ones words didn’t phase her the blue one walks up towards the door, and leans against it speaking back toward the white ball of fluff. “Pfft… Oh yeah right. I almost forgot about that part of us.” Shaking her head she grabs a hold of the door handle.
Curious as always the white one ask “What part?” her paw extending towards the door. As if second thoughts were running through her head as she watches the blue one at the door.
Giving the white one a smirk she says spitefully “How gullible we are.” Pulling the heavy door shut the blue one stands outside the door, and takes a look around shaking her head softly. Giving a disappointed sigh she struts down the white hallways turning them all black as she passes by “I’ve got one long hard road to walk down. Might as well get this party started.” as she skids around a corner leaving the lone door with nothing, but a spot light to mark it’s existence.
In the room the white ball of fluff sits shackled to the wall her chains rattling as she moves around to get comfortable in the beam of light still streaming in the window. Looking down are her marks that are just that right now with out her power moving in her body she can think. “We aren’t gullible…Just lonely at times.” Looking towards the window that will mark her time as a lone tear falls down her cheek forming the pool of water that will be next to her till it’s time to come out again.
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Slowly the old door is opened to a room that was locked up to the world. In walks in a tired white vixen with her head hung down in shame, and tears rolling down her muzzle. “I can’t do this anymore.“ she whispers into the dark room.
Back into the corner sit’s a cage not seeing the day of light as one lone window lets the light stream into the room by a single window. “Then you know what to do.“
Nodding she walks over to the wall that holds the keys, and pulls down the rusted one. Walking softly over to the cage she grasp the lock, and inserts the key. Just before she turns the lock a paw comes out to wrap around hers to prevent the turn. “You sure?”
Staring into the eyes that are a mirror of her own she turns to look towards what the beam of light is illuminating the studs in the wall with the chains hanging down. “It’s the only way we survive.” turning the lock she steps back and opens the cage door.
Quietly as a whisper the dark figure stands up looking her in the eyes, and nods towards the chains.
With her head held high she walks regally towards the wall that is her fate, and settles down looking up towards the window, basking in the light. Holding up her wrist she looks over towards the dark figure, and waits patently with the tears streaming down her face. Her white fur glistening in the light as her markings glow softly acting more off her emotions than her thoughts. “I’m ready.”
Shaking her head softly the dark figure steps into the light showing off the mirror image of the one sitting in the light the only difference is her fur is a dark bluish color. “It’s hopeless you know….” as she places the shackle around the white ones furred wrist.
Regally she looks at the blue one as she speaks softly almost in a heart broken murmur “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be…we just have to wait.”
Scoffing the blue one snarls out angrily “Till what? Till we cry a river. It’s better this way, and you know it…” as she picks up the other shackle and pulls the white ones wrist towards her.
Slowly the white one pulls her other paw towards her heart and says “Is it?…Doesn’t feel like it’s the only answer.”
Looking the white one in the eyes she puts a finger under the muzzle, and states calmly. “Well I’m done waiting it’s time for me to take over again… God knows what I have to pick up.” with that one touch the glow slowly recedes from the white one’s marks, and transfers over to the blue one.
Feeling so relieved she lets out a soft breath as she curls up against the wall “Only thing we have to pick up is our pride this time…Our heart is used to this remember?” Lets a lone tear slid down her cheek.
Turning towards the white ball of fluff she says as if talking to a child “Yea. I remember…Why, do we trust again?” she looks towards the door and grimaces.
Softly she looks toward the blue one hair in her face as she says “Because…we knew what it was going to be…” she smiles softly a far off look in her eyes.
Stiffing her stance the blue one gets ready to walk towards the door “What was that?”
Laughing softly as if amazed that the blue one is oblivious to what she is about to say. “Love… Not just the kind you find for one night, but the kind you can come home to spend the rest of your life happy with.” takes a paw hand, and sits up looking at the lone dark figure walking towards the door to freedom.
Glaring ahead as if the white ones words didn’t phase her the blue one walks up towards the door, and leans against it speaking back toward the white ball of fluff. “Pfft… Oh yeah right. I almost forgot about that part of us.” Shaking her head she grabs a hold of the door handle.
Curious as always the white one ask “What part?” her paw extending towards the door. As if second thoughts were running through her head as she watches the blue one at the door.
Giving the white one a smirk she says spitefully “How gullible we are.” Pulling the heavy door shut the blue one stands outside the door, and takes a look around shaking her head softly. Giving a disappointed sigh she struts down the white hallways turning them all black as she passes by “I’ve got one long hard road to walk down. Might as well get this party started.” as she skids around a corner leaving the lone door with nothing, but a spot light to mark it’s existence.
In the room the white ball of fluff sits shackled to the wall her chains rattling as she moves around to get comfortable in the beam of light still streaming in the window. Looking down are her marks that are just that right now with out her power moving in her body she can think. “We aren’t gullible…Just lonely at times.” Looking towards the window that will mark her time as a lone tear falls down her cheek forming the pool of water that will be next to her till it’s time to come out again.
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I have some questions regarding this story:
1. What is the nane of the crying vixen?
2. When the vixen was crying, did her tears specifically roll down:
A: The bridge of her muzzle and drip off the tip of her nose as she hung her head
or
B: The side of her muzzle diagonally and drip off her lower jaw and chin
3. Exactly how would that vixen react and what would she say if I comforted her by nuzzling her and licking those tears rolling down her muzzle with my tongue?
4. Dumb question but how salty would the vixen's tears taste on my tongue if I licked them from her muzzle?
5. How warm were the tears rolling down the vixen's muzzle? Cold, warm or hot?
I know this story is 3 years old but PLEASE please please reply back to my questions with honest answers! Every time I read it, i fantasize licking those tears rolling down that vixen's muzzle til she stops crying.
1. What is the nane of the crying vixen?
2. When the vixen was crying, did her tears specifically roll down:
A: The bridge of her muzzle and drip off the tip of her nose as she hung her head
or
B: The side of her muzzle diagonally and drip off her lower jaw and chin
3. Exactly how would that vixen react and what would she say if I comforted her by nuzzling her and licking those tears rolling down her muzzle with my tongue?
4. Dumb question but how salty would the vixen's tears taste on my tongue if I licked them from her muzzle?
5. How warm were the tears rolling down the vixen's muzzle? Cold, warm or hot?
I know this story is 3 years old but PLEASE please please reply back to my questions with honest answers! Every time I read it, i fantasize licking those tears rolling down that vixen's muzzle til she stops crying.
Yes this story is over three years ago, but its still a short story about myself. I can answer your question I suppose, but realize that I am answering you out of courtesy as you have asked. I have a boyfriend, and this is just a story not to acted out or role played.
1. Lillian, She is a water vixen I have two color set for her White & Water blue markings, Dark blue & Water blue Markings. To clarify she is a water vixen that means her race is magical and she is just a young vixen only having three tails to mark her age. Her markings are different shade of blue to represent the many different colors water/Ocean can be.
2. If you read the line it says " Looking towards the window that will mark her time as a lone tear falls down her cheek forming the pool of water that will be next to her till it’s time to come out again. "
Looking up does not allow tears to fall down her muzzle therefore they fell down her cheek to the ground.
3. Seeing as the white version of this vixen is currently lock in a cell I don't honestly see you getting a chance to let this happen, and if you were to meet this version of her you'd not be talking to her or comforting her by licking her tears you'd be talking to the out version of her which is the Dark blue & Water blue marking and she is not a crier. This character has two sides to her White being the pure and vulnerable part, and the Dark Blue being the strong independent type.
4. Dumb answer seeing as this is a fictional representation of a inner mind struggle you'd never get close enough to taste them. I suppose they would taste like the sea seeing as she is a magical character.
5. They were not rolling down her muzzle they were rolling down her cheek, and she is magical so there for they are warm.
I'd like to point out again that this character is my very first version of my original character and she is me in every aspect. I'm a very devote kind of person, kind, and generous. I answered your questions, but I will say this one more time for your benefit I have a boyfriend I would like for you not to role play this character or with this character thank you and have a nice day.
1. Lillian, She is a water vixen I have two color set for her White & Water blue markings, Dark blue & Water blue Markings. To clarify she is a water vixen that means her race is magical and she is just a young vixen only having three tails to mark her age. Her markings are different shade of blue to represent the many different colors water/Ocean can be.
2. If you read the line it says " Looking towards the window that will mark her time as a lone tear falls down her cheek forming the pool of water that will be next to her till it’s time to come out again. "
Looking up does not allow tears to fall down her muzzle therefore they fell down her cheek to the ground.
3. Seeing as the white version of this vixen is currently lock in a cell I don't honestly see you getting a chance to let this happen, and if you were to meet this version of her you'd not be talking to her or comforting her by licking her tears you'd be talking to the out version of her which is the Dark blue & Water blue marking and she is not a crier. This character has two sides to her White being the pure and vulnerable part, and the Dark Blue being the strong independent type.
4. Dumb answer seeing as this is a fictional representation of a inner mind struggle you'd never get close enough to taste them. I suppose they would taste like the sea seeing as she is a magical character.
5. They were not rolling down her muzzle they were rolling down her cheek, and she is magical so there for they are warm.
I'd like to point out again that this character is my very first version of my original character and she is me in every aspect. I'm a very devote kind of person, kind, and generous. I answered your questions, but I will say this one more time for your benefit I have a boyfriend I would like for you not to role play this character or with this character thank you and have a nice day.
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