He lied on his bed, kicking his feet which lied over the edge a few inches. He then sat up abruptly with a huff. They had already declared their love would he ever ask him for a serious relationship? Horrus looked down and somthing caught his eye, his leather bound journal. He hadn't written in the book for ages so he lifted it and began to read his past entries.
Once he had read the past entries he began to write a new one, on how he desprately wished for Rufioh to be his matesprite. With their love already in the open it couldn't be long before he asked right? Horrus didn't know. He put the journal back in its place and lied back on his bed once more.
He felt an uncomfortable pleasure in somthing touching his horn, he sat up and rushed to the mirror. His horn stabbed one of his horns and it was stuck.
