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"Who are you?" A deep, booming voice shook Iberar to her core, she could feel the vibrations in her bones.
"I am Iberar, protector of Whispers. These cubs belong to me now, and you will not have them," Iberar hid the whispers under her wings, ready to defend them. It is not unusual for someone to come and try to steal the young ones she travels with. Whisper magic is powerful, and thus these lost little ones are valuable.
A large, winged Tigon crawls out of the clouded ground of the Celestial Realm, sparkling dust caught in his fur. He was gorgeous, his fur seemed to dance with stars and his wings seemed to have galaxies trapped in the feathers.
"I have been told of you," he says, circling her. "You bring them home. Whether that means here or back to earth."
Iberar turns as he circles, keeping her eyes on this strange man. He will not harm you she whispers to the cubs.
This makes him stop, and he tilts his head to the side, looking her over once more. He smiles, amused by the way she snarls and bats his paw away as he reaches to lift her wing to look at the small whispers sheltered beneath it.
"I do not intend to harm them. In fact, I have met and spoken to the one you helped train, and have learned that you are a very busy woman. I, on the other hand, have all the time in the universe." He smiles and sits in front of her, tucking his wings against his large frame to seem as non-threatening as he can, "I wish to help you, Iberar. You are so busy bringing whispers here, you hardly have time to take them back with you. Let me start bringing them to earth for you. I will protect them, and deliver them to you safely for rebirth."
Iberar looks at him, unsure of how to answer. "How can I trust a man who hasnt even told me his name?" She says coyly, still holding the whispers tight.
"I am Charon, the Ferryman." He smiles, mocking her own title.
Iberar sighed deeply and begrudgingly agreed. He was right after all, she was far too busy transporting whispers and running her own pride, on top of trying to bring whispers back to be born again. The cubs seemed thrilled to travel with a new companion, and climbed up on the large Tigon's shoulders while asking a billion questions. Iberar was mostly silent for the journey back to the pride, listening to Charon speak to the cubs of his origin and how he ended up at the Celestial Realm. He helped fend off those who seek to steal the whispers and once they reached the pridelands, helped her to place them with families.
This went on for months, the two of them traveling together. Iberar claimed it was because she still couldn't trust the Tigon, but everyone could tell she was enthralled by his charm and it didn't hurt he was easy on the eyes. Eventually her duties as queen called for her again, and told him she couldn't make the next journey with him.
"So, trust me yet? Or should I leave the little rascals to fend for themselves in the clouds alone?" Charon teased, nudging Iberar's shoulder with his.
Iberar rolled her eyes and flashed a warm smile "I guess you're alright. I would be honored if you would assist me, oh humble Charon The Ferryman" Iberar dramatically bowed, barely containing her laughter. She stood and expected to see him in a mock pout, as they had teased eachother mercilessly for the last half-year. But instead his brow was furrowed, and he looked as serious as she'd ever seem him. He approached Iberar and she felt her heart skip a beat as he rubbed his head against hers, embracing her.
"Stay safe okay? I'll visit you often," he breathed, burying his face in her fur.
"Promise?" Iberar whispered quietly, melting into him.
"Promise," he pulled away, mischievous glint back in his eyes "I am the Ferryman after all, kinda in the job description."
First litter: no muts, crunchy success
Second litter: foldie, crunchy failed
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