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A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 17: Enter Ivo“I got the child…I wanted…”
I saw Ivo holding onto a child; a baby. He looked so ill, but he seemed so happy. “I finally had the child I wanted.” He repeated. “The child I always wanted.”
I walked over to him, wondering how he had gotten pregnant in the first place. I saw the child…but she was dead. “Ivo…what’s wrong?”
“My wish was granted. I am going to be with my child; the child I always wanted.” He nuzzled her, and didn’t breathe anymore.
I shouted, shook him to try to wake him, but Ivo was never waking up. “IVO, WAKE UP!” I shouted, rocking him more. Or was I being rocked? I shook my head, and continued shouting.
At least, until I started hearing my name.
“Sleet. Come on, wake up. I’m here!”
I opened my eyes, seeing Ivo in panic. Dingo was right next to him with a wet towel. “You were shouting, telling me to wake up.” I saw that they both ha
A Wolf's Tale, Ch16: Losing it in the Sea of LoveA Wolf's Tale, Chapter 16: Losing It in the Sea of Love
This is a chapter DA might not really be happy being up here, on the internet.
If you are young and/or cannot read the perverseness of this chapter, I understand, so here is the run down on what happens to me...Sleet.
I lost my virginity to Dingo, and it ends with this:
I drifted in a heavenly sleep.
But of course, that can never happens to me anymore. I started to hear a voice, an echo-y voice that I couldn't understand…
Until I saw the figure…of Ivo.
The next chapter will be able to be uploaded again. Please, enjoy.
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 14: Welcome, young childThe following days blended; the house was no longer lively. I found it easiest to cuddle up next to Dingo. It was getting colder outside; and I found it nice to cuddle close to him; that and the depression of Coconuts’ death was eating at my stomach.
Ivo would keep himself in his room, but I could hear him trying his hardest to show strength to his younger sons. When he wasn’t in the room, isolation himself, I found him talking calmly to his sons, mostly Scratch and Grounder. They seemed closer to Coconuts then Decoe or Bocoe. He also came into my room, to see if I was up to leaving. I just shook my head, staying nuzzled to Dingo. I found in easier to stay snugged inside my bed, cuddling up to Dingo’s warm body. “If ever you need someone to talk to,” Ivo whispered. “I’m here. If you are not hiding your feelings, then I’m fine.” He placed my hot coco on the lap table. “But I want you to talk to someone if you are. I am.”
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 13: We Will Never PartWhen Dingo stud up for the first time in months, I couldn’t hold back my tears. What was even better was that Ivo was there to witness this great feat. Dingo didn’t get far, his legs were shaking from the lack of moving. What made him move was that he was getting annoyed by all this extra treatment that he was getting. I found our lips together for the first time in ages. It just; happened. As he sat down, I just wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him; my tail curling around my lifting left leg. I felt horrible afterwards, apologizing to both Doctor Vel and Ivo when we let go of each other’s lips. They didn’t seem fazed, though I couldn’t tell what Ivo thought of it even if he had a soft smile on his face. “It doesn’t bother me,” he said. “I thought I told you guys that.”
I didn’t tell Dingo of Snively and Ivo’s past; I found it best to keep it secret. I was just happy that he was up and walking again. It may n
A Wolf's Tale - Chapter 12: Hospital SecretsIt seemed like forever since I saw a room other than Dingo’s recovery room. I never left his side, other than to use the rest room. I was giving my food with Dingo’s, and I slept next to him, as I did before. They days started to blend into one, and I forgot about the world. He was getting better with many things, but he has yet to step on the ground with his new leg. “When he feels ready to walk again, then his should walk,” Doctor Vel told me. “But until then, he needs to let his body recognize that he has a new leg.”
I found myself longing for him to start moving again. I was told this was normal; it was heart wrenching to see your loved one crippled on a hospital bed. I felt myself gently nudging him at times, trying to help him start moving. “Sleet,” he would chuckle, “you are like a feisty mother to her lazy son, trying to get him to start working around the house.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. I felt
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