angelicxdream
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Princess was curled up in her crimson velvet chair, the fireplace had just been stocked of firewood, the warmth spreading to the room. She had a sky blue stitched cotton blanket around her small body, her brown hair sat limply across her shoulders. Beside her, sitting on the ground right at her feet, warming her feet in case they ended up falling onto the cold wooden ground was her faithful pet, Alinthea. It was unorthodox. She didn't have a cat, or a dog, or even a small white rabbit. She had a brown wolf as a pet. Similarly, just as she was his master, he was hers. He didn't like it when he wasn't allowed to tag along when she went to visit her friends out of town. Or, when she went to a play in the opera theatre and the sign that said, "No pets were allowed" was hung on the glass door. Or when she went shopping and the store keeper didn't like him hanging around. So, he asked if she could stay home most days and most nights. It was winter, the snow clouded most of her view when she pressed her nose against the cold window. She couldn't see one inch of cement on the ground, outside her luxurious estate. She had heard that a winter storm was coming. The perfect time to stay at home, and curl up with her favourite teddy bear.
She ran a hand lazily through his fur. Underneath the blanket she had on her usual oyster-colored camisole and short pair of boyshorts. It was what she usually wore when she was about to go to sleep. She felt tired enough. She had pale skin, and bright blue eyes that lit up when she was excited or happy about something. She laid strewn across the one person seat, shifting her position so that her legs were hung over one arm of the chair, and her head was bent over the other arm of the chair. He nuzzled his head across her bare calf, her fingers tucked tightly under the blanket. Her hand started to drift slowly across his back. They were always touching each other physically. Unless she was outside, or she was angry at him. That didn't happen often. She let out a yawn, hearing the fire crackle at the centre of the room, curling tightly against her wolf, her hand moving lower and lower down his body.
She had already eaten dinner tonight. And she had fed him dinner. They always ate dinner together. She fed him everytime she wanted to eat. She didn't like them eating at different times. Oh, and another thing, she always got what she wanted. She didn't have to ask him twice. She liked that about their relationship. And, she gave into his demands more often than neccessary. Unless he was being irrational. Which wasn't most of the time. She fed him things he liked, things like steak and meat mostly. He didn't like fruits, or.. vegetables. Vegetables. They were at the bottom of his list. She knew that, she knew almost everything about him.
She ran a hand lazily through his fur. Underneath the blanket she had on her usual oyster-colored camisole and short pair of boyshorts. It was what she usually wore when she was about to go to sleep. She felt tired enough. She had pale skin, and bright blue eyes that lit up when she was excited or happy about something. She laid strewn across the one person seat, shifting her position so that her legs were hung over one arm of the chair, and her head was bent over the other arm of the chair. He nuzzled his head across her bare calf, her fingers tucked tightly under the blanket. Her hand started to drift slowly across his back. They were always touching each other physically. Unless she was outside, or she was angry at him. That didn't happen often. She let out a yawn, hearing the fire crackle at the centre of the room, curling tightly against her wolf, her hand moving lower and lower down his body.
She had already eaten dinner tonight. And she had fed him dinner. They always ate dinner together. She fed him everytime she wanted to eat. She didn't like them eating at different times. Oh, and another thing, she always got what she wanted. She didn't have to ask him twice. She liked that about their relationship. And, she gave into his demands more often than neccessary. Unless he was being irrational. Which wasn't most of the time. She fed him things he liked, things like steak and meat mostly. He didn't like fruits, or.. vegetables. Vegetables. They were at the bottom of his list. She knew that, she knew almost everything about him.