12-03-2008, 11:19 AM
The Grim closed his eyes, enjoying the scratch behind the ears like all dogs do. He tilted his head at her confusedly at her 'first time' statement, not really getting what her first meant. "Grim's okay. Grim is happy with Daisy." The hellhound told her sweetly. He closed his eyes as she kissed his face, then licked her lips tenderly. He didn't understand her statement. The word "love" was just a word to him, weighing much less in importance than the word "bacon". This was because he had never known love when he was still alive. This was why he had become a hell hound, dogs who knew not the warmth of love, or who had never been loved. This word was new to him... but he felt the power behind it. The word had a meaning he did not understand, but for the first time in life and new life, he felt the warmth of love.
"Grim loves Daisy too." He told her warmly, his husky, gruff voice was warm and affectionate.
"Grim loves Daisy too." He told her warmly, his husky, gruff voice was warm and affectionate.
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