07-18-2018, 08:51 PM
It caught them by surprise to say the very least, gaze snapping up towards Suiteheart, jaws falling open though no noise rose. The desire to pull the nest closer, to hide it against their chest and keep the tiny reptile within safe, hidden from those about them, was strong, pulling at them. Seemingly with no thought their paw moved to do just that, curling about the bundle and drawing it a little closer, yet the movement came to stop as they finally registered the words. There was something about Suite, something soft and warm, a comfort her wife also excluded they were inexplicably drawn to, which left them at ease, though they were still careful.
Slowly they removed their paw and shuffled back a bit to allow her a chance to look upon the new born king snake, not quite prepared to leave it entirely, their stance still protective. “I found an egg,” they spoke softly, unsure of how exactly to word it, a frown pulling at their lips as they struggled to put their thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I just didn't want it to die, I didn't know it was a snake.”
Speak of the devil angel and she shall appear. The response was surprising, one they had not dared to hope for, yet it would be foolish to say their heart didn't beat a little harder, over-joyed their little friend had seemingly been accepted. All too quickly it fades and they are left wondering, various names running through their mind, none seeming to fit. They had not thought upon keeping the snake, if anything they would merely look after it until such a time it could be set free in a further part of the territory, yet something in them wanted to keep it, a companion if not a pet.
“Juron,” they spoke with excitement bubbling beneath the soft tone, the name slipping out without much prompt. Of course they might have gone the route of naming it after those spoken about in the tales they had heard as a child, the world serpent and that of his sister, yet neither seemed fitting to the tiny creature. Rather their mind turned elsewhere, the word raising unbidden to their lips, little more than something they had likely picked up or was a jumble of other words.
“Oh, I hatched it, I guess,” Atreus turned towards Church, moving their body to better block his view, noting the way he reacted and not wishing to further upset him. Such had been the reaction they had been waiting for yet it was still a pale shade to what they had feared, enough to finally put them at ease. “I'm sorry, I didn't know what it was, I'll keep it away if you don't like snakes.”
Slowly they removed their paw and shuffled back a bit to allow her a chance to look upon the new born king snake, not quite prepared to leave it entirely, their stance still protective. “I found an egg,” they spoke softly, unsure of how exactly to word it, a frown pulling at their lips as they struggled to put their thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I just didn't want it to die, I didn't know it was a snake.”
Speak of the devil angel and she shall appear. The response was surprising, one they had not dared to hope for, yet it would be foolish to say their heart didn't beat a little harder, over-joyed their little friend had seemingly been accepted. All too quickly it fades and they are left wondering, various names running through their mind, none seeming to fit. They had not thought upon keeping the snake, if anything they would merely look after it until such a time it could be set free in a further part of the territory, yet something in them wanted to keep it, a companion if not a pet.
“Juron,” they spoke with excitement bubbling beneath the soft tone, the name slipping out without much prompt. Of course they might have gone the route of naming it after those spoken about in the tales they had heard as a child, the world serpent and that of his sister, yet neither seemed fitting to the tiny creature. Rather their mind turned elsewhere, the word raising unbidden to their lips, little more than something they had likely picked up or was a jumble of other words.
“Oh, I hatched it, I guess,” Atreus turned towards Church, moving their body to better block his view, noting the way he reacted and not wishing to further upset him. Such had been the reaction they had been waiting for yet it was still a pale shade to what they had feared, enough to finally put them at ease. “I'm sorry, I didn't know what it was, I'll keep it away if you don't like snakes.”
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