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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:38 am
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Mimoko still wasn't sure how to feel. She was mates with the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and she travelled by her side. Her life had become a dream, and she wasn't sure how it even happened. Or why. Why her? Why the lowly sledfox? She was happy, of course! But didn't Kimil want a flyer? Wasn't it hard to walk when you could just fly? Kimil had changed her life for Mimoko, and the ex-servant knew that. She had always known it. While she was happy, sometimes she just wished she could grow wings and fly alongside the woman she cherished so much.
But, that wasn't the case. It wasn't possible, either. They travelled on foot. Always. She couldn't feel anything but guilty at times. Her body loved travel, and the sledfox was strong despite her nature. She didn't feel tired from the travel. But, did her mate? Did Kimil feel strained? She found herself viewing her mate as they walked, worry crossing her features briefly.
When Kimil stopped, the sledfox settled by her side. Her ears perked up, head raising to view the other curiously. Kimil's head was down, and then she spoke. Oh. So her mate was exhausted. The sledfox dipped her head down, nuzzling her mate gently before nodding.
"Of course we can stop." How could Mimoko ever say no to her? "If your paws hurt I can get some herbs to soothe the pain?" She added, taking her mates front right paw and rubbing it with her own. It was a forward action, and one she would never have done had they stayed in a master/servant relationship, but things were different now. Things were better, and she could hold this paw forever.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 6:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:34 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 1:04 pm
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Nose stuck to the ground in an almost comical fashion, Mimoko was busy trying to find the much needed herbs. So lost in sniffing the ground, she didn't notice until her forehead collided with a rock that something was in her path. Shaking her head and huffing gently, the petite sledfox raised her head and climbed onto the rock, glancing about. Right. So, herbs. She never was the kind to be good with them, nor did she even know her basic herbs. She'd just grab any and all she saw, until she could barely carry anymore. There would have to be something useful in them, right?
And so, the sledfox spent plenty of time gathering anything that looked remotely like a herb, slipping them into her harness straps and carrying the last in her mouth. By then, an hour and a half had passed. Padding slowly to keep from losing the assortment of herbs, the vixen returned to the tree her mate had settled in, looking up with large eyes and a mouth full of herbs.
"I gfof fhem." Translation: 'I got them.'
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 7:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 7:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 1:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 7:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 8:52 pm
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