He removed that black barrier with a limb, shearing the fabric so he had complete access to her her tight looking seam. Her tender meat filled his mou...hs once more and he deeply enjoyed chewing on them. The way she moaned and whimpered while she writhed her hips only encouraged him to devour her more thoroughly. When he pulled at her lips, there were teasing flashes of glistening pink meat under her folds. He rumbled low with a desire to see what kind of treasures he could find hidden there.. If you had been disgusted with me, yes… I would have died; I know it, Virgil that would have been too much, too much to take, losing you as a friend and a brother too,” Virgil listened to this in silence. He knew that this would not be an easy wound for John to heal from. He was going to need patience, nurturing, as well as reassurance- qualities which Virgil knew and had been told that he had in abundance. “Shhhhhh- you need not fear. I don’t loathe, regret, or feel any way like that. We are. So much so that she sold her to her preacher and became his mistress. The preacher who was a total freakazoid used Lou to further his own ends. First he sold her feathers. It was just those that dropped off at first but then he started plucking her wings. Other people also plucked feathers from her wings, some wanting a good luck charm and others to be mean.NOTE: Never pluck an Anglican's feathers. It's painful and they don't always grow back right or at all.When Lou's feathers didn't grow back. “Do you greet a friend this way?” They looked open-mouthed at him, scarcely believing their eyes, and he turned to face a sight that unnerved him, as well.Jona and the others joined him as he awaited the arrival of a huge, striped cat, which was almost daintily picking its way from stone to stone across the river. The contrast between the way it moved and the way it looked was startling. Its buff colored pelt was interspersed with darker reddish brown stripes. Two wicked looking tusks protruded.