She would retreat from the back meeting once everything had settled. She had spoken her peace and explained her reasoning's for what she had done... but she knew it was not without cost, Morphine would no doubt return, in what shape or when remained unseen but she would need to be dealt with. The pack as a whole would be uneasy, in less than ten minutes she had successfully flipped Tortuga upside down, she had reset the standard and scratched out all of the blemishes. A new beginning a fresh start. Hopefully she would succeed, hopefully she could save the pack, hopefully she would be what Tortuga needed with Nnoitra's help. She would huff, two toned eyes revealing in their exhaustion. She dipped into the river to cleanse her pelt and to wash away the evidence of the evil she had done. Kaien's blood gliding away with the current. There was only one thing that mattered more to her then the pack and its security. her singular weakness, her greatest strength. The entire motivation behind what she had done... her family. Demonio. Her lover, her soul mate, her life. She had seen the betrayal painted across his visage, had seen the hurt and the confusion and despite the massive woman's seeming indifference, it killed her. She hadn't been able to show it then, but now she would show it with no fear. Her two toned gaze would drift shut and she would wander, slowly pack to the higher den she shared with her mate. She needed to speak with him, needed to talk to him. If he left her, she would deserve it, but she at least wished for him to hear her, lest he do something rash. She would not see him hurt. Tail flickering absently behind her, she would sing, calling to the heavens for her beloved. They had a great deal to discuss. Speech,

And so the meeting would end and Demonio could stay no longer. Without sparing a glance at his angel he disappeared, a silent ghost among the foliage as he traced his path back to the den. Desdemona?s scent was pungent in the air, as if somehow in his absence it had become even stronger instead of fading. His stomach twisted, the organ that beat for her stuttering painfully within his chest, causing him to kneel to the ground in agony. His chest heaved, a quiet sob rocking his frame, unshed tears prickling his eyes. Why had she done that to him? Of all things she could?ve done. He didn?t care that she went to challenge the king and was now taking over the pack. That was insignificant. What mattered was that she had gone to do it without telling him. She?d hidden her intentions from him. Did she not trust him enough to share her plans. He felt?he didn?t know what he felt anymore. The emotions rushing through his veins were too jumbled to attempt and discern. He didn?t want to think about what happened. He wanted to sink into oblivion, to forget that this had ever happened. He wanted to go back to their day of sweet love making, when everything was clear and honest. But who was he kidding. He couldn?t erase this from his head as much as he wanted to. What was he to do now? Was it even important anymore?


Slowly he rose to his paws, his heart stills stuttering painfully inside his chest as he slowly ambled away from his den, the meeting replaying in his mind. He couldn?t get the image of Desdemona, his beautiful goddess, drenched in Kaien?s blood as she proclaimed her newfound rule over the Tortugan wolves. Each step was heavy; too heavy. He simply wanted to collapse and never move again. What was the motive as to why she hadn?t told him? Was there something else she was keeping from him? Demonio hated having questions like those running through his head, but what could he do? A small clearing came up ahead, closed off by thick shrubs, the perfect spot for him to retreat to.


The shadows of the clearing welcomed him with open arms, obscuring his ivory frame partially, allowing him temporary invisibility. Just as he was lowering himself onto the darkened earth, a voice split the air. This time it wasn?t calling to gather the troops. It was a sweet croon, a melody to call forth her twin, to coax him to her side. His body froze halfway down, twin audits rotating in the direction of her call. His heart leapt into his throat, stealing his breath. She was calling him. She wasn?t Desdemona the alpha; she was his Desdemona. His love, his wife, his other half, his entire world. Despite what she did, at the end of the day he loved her. He would always love her. She could up and leave him for someone else, break and rip his heart out but he would always, always love her with every little piece. And it was for that simple fact that he straightened up, his frame turning in the direction of the his den, limbs stirring beneath him as he began the trek back.


The slow lumber of before was gone, replaced with a powerful gallop, his need to see her greater than anything. His massive paws beat against the earth in a steady rhythm, limbs moving effortlessly beneath him as he quickly crossed the terrain back to his den. Her scent hit him first, filling his nostrils, his lungs until all he could smell was her. She was an aphrodisiac, one he couldn?t, wouldn?t live without. An obstacle of brush was cleared without a second thought, his massive chassi coming into full view of the den site. And there she was. In all her pristine beauty. Her glorious pearl coat was untainted, no evidence of the former king?s blood upon her pelt. He came to a screeching halt just across the small ravine, his hind legs digging into the somewhat pliable earth as he came to a sudden halt. His dual colored jewels, icy and maroon watched his woman across the water, his organ thundering in his chest, tail swaying behind his quivering haunches. What would she say to him?


Emotions battled for dominance inside of him. The earlier anger he?d felt had all but vanished, a sliver whispering its presence before disappearing. Betrayal echoed quietly in his head, no longer taking a place at center stage. Above all those, love took the number one place. She was his angel and there was nothing she could do, no matter how terrible that would cause him to leave her side. He would rather die first before willingly extracting himself from her side. He watched her intently, quietly, his bi-colored windows reflecting his internal sadness, his love for her overshadowing the sadness.


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She would wait with patience and grace that she didn't rightly feel. Her action had been impulsive, a lingering doubt that she had allowed fester too long. Why hadn't she spoken with Demonio? She had not wished to worry him? She had not thought it important enough? Excuses. Nothing but excuses. She had no excuse for not confronting him, which was odd because he had been the motivation behind her actions, his life, their future family is why she had done what she did... and despite every plan, every notion, every idea she had for the mismatched pack, she felt foolish now. Because in accomplishing the peace she had wished to settle over her family, she had successfully wounded, possibly beyond repair the one she loved the most. Her heart cracked, bleeding where she stood and the behemoth female felt weak, small, insignificant. She had seen the devastation and the utter hurt upon his maw as he stood before her in the pack meeting, he had refused to even glance at her and only then did she realize the extent of the damage she had wrought upon him. She felt the insipid fool that she was, how heartless could she have been? Was she truly so cruel? She had spoken with those who wished to speak with her before coming here. She knew there were those that had inquiries, doubts, aggression, ideas... and they deserved her attention. She needed to be the fierce leader before them and she knew if she spoke with Demonio first that visage would crumble, and she would be left exposed and raw. She couldn't allow that first impression to linger, but she was nervous, afraid that he would hate her, afraid that he would never love her again, terrified that he would never trust her again and in all honesty, she deserved it. Her legs quivered beneath her, fear rooting in the depths of her heart... would he even come? When he even offer her the time of day? Or had he left, possibly forever? Her heart stuttered, slamming painfully against her ribs at such a notion. Was her ivory knight, her twin, the other piece of her soul? ... Was he gone? Had he left her? A thousand scenarios ran through her brain, each worse than the last and the once blood hungry mongrel was brought to her knees. Conquered by the utter terror of knowing that her beloved, her soul mate, her heart hated her. She would swallow hard, anxiety coiling in her belly hard enough to make her want to vomit, but then a brief flash a white a leap of power and strength and he stood before her. One crimson orb, one sky blue, locking upon her. He spoke not a word, nor did he close this distance between them, but he was here, he had given her a chance and ridiculous hope flooded her body. She forced her heavy legs to move, lead weighed them down, words had never been her strong point, not when it came to a thing like this and she needed them now. Dipping into the cool waters of the river, she would trudge through the rocks, the stream until she reached a more respectable distance, a few feet away from him, enough that his scent enveloped her and despite the potential hurricane waiting to destroy her, it calmed her. Her tail dipped low, curling between her legs in submission, her head aligned with her shoulders. Guilt so fierce and intense stole her breath and she bit back the urge to whimper. "There is no excuse I can give you for what I have done Demonio. I should have spoken with you, I should have told you. With the rising tension between Valhalla and Tortuga, with Luce bringing in the pup, Neo, with the betrayal of the assassin Cyanide... we were lingering on the brink of war. Neither Kaien nor Morphine had done anything to quell such a notion. My challenge to Kaien was an impulsive decision. I couldn't let the disinterest, the dismissal of Valhalla lead to war. I don't want this power, I don't want this position, I only want to grow old with you at my side and as many pups as you would like dancing around us, but that couldn't happen if Tortuga fell to war." She would attempt to explain her reasoning, first to explain why she had done what she did. Her eyes drifted shut and she looked down and away, attempting to gather her thoughts. " I asked Nnoitra to rule beside me because the wolves of Tortuga admire and respect him. He has a vast store of knowledge of Amenti and his intelligence is admirable. All I want is peace." Her voice was soft. She would step towards him, as if to touch him, but instead her forelimb slid forward, the other bending as her front half lowered in a bow. Tears falling gently from her two toned eyes as she bowed to her lover, to her best friend, to her world. "I was blinded by my determination to see peace, insipid, foolish, I never thought to speak with you and I'm sorry Demonio, so very sorry that I have wounded you. You are everything to me. My earth, my stars, my moon, my sun. You are the missing half to my soul, the very heart that drives me forward, the strength that gives me power and the peace that settles my soul. I don't deserve your forgiveness, I don't deserve your kindness, and if you leave, know that I will love you, I will pine for you until my dying day. There has never been anyone else for me, nor will there ever be and should you ever find it in your heart to forgive me, there would be nothing on this earth I would not give up for you. I love you Demonio, and I'm so sorry for the wrong I have done." Her voice was strained, painful, guilt and fear still wracked her frame and chased the path of her tears. She would stay in the elegant bow until her lover commanded her otherwise, she was powerless to him. This power, this position was nothing if he wasn't here. Speech,

They'd met in very interesting circumstance. Back when the plague of his sister's memory still haunted him. When the guilt of her death was too much for him. When it suffocated him, crushed him beneath its weight. He hadn't forgotten about his sister. He could never forget about his sister. She still came to his thoughts every once in a while, but they weren't thoughts about her death. They were about the times that they had spent together, playing, sleeping just being together. Desdemona's presence, her wonderful, beautiful, heavenly presence had chased away his guilt and replaced it with love. She'd shown him what kind of man he really was. She'd taken him in, despite his broken state and patched him back up. She wasn't exactly in one piece, but that was what made her so perfect. She too had come from a past, perhaps worst than his, he had no idea, but that allowed her to understand where he was coming from. She fixed him and he fixed her. They completed each other, filled in where the other one lacked. If anything, they were truly meant for each other and nothing on this planet, not even death would ever seperate them.


His frame was still on the other side of the small ravine, his bi-colored gaze falling across his wife's as she bowed against the earth, her body twisted with what appeared to be fear. Fear of what? She was the alpha to a pack now and he was still here. What did she have to be afraid of? She rose slowly, as if the weight of the entire world was resting on her shoulders, ambling her way forward. Her paws splashed through the small ravine as she crossed the expanse between them, closing the gap, but still leaving a good amount of room between them. Demonio's heart pounded painfully against his chest as he watched her, wishing he could erase the events of the past few hours. There was no need for them to be like this, but the ivory knight couldn't ignore what she had done to him.


His gaze roamed her body, noticing how her tail tucked itself between her hindquarters and how her head lowered to rest at the level with her shoulders. That position wasn't right for her. It had never been. Especially now that she was an alpha. He was the one that needed to be submitting to her, not the other way around. He wanted to tell her that she didn't need to do that but before he could utter a word she began to speak. Her usually sweet voice was now soft, the pain behind it making his jaw clench, water stinging his eyes. He listened and he listened as she spoke, explaining her reasoning for having done what she didn. He completely understood. He did. What she did made sense. The only bad thing about it was the way that she went about it. She took a step forward, as if to present him with a touch but instead bowed, her entire front part of her body lowering to the earth. And that's when he lost it. The water shed from his eyes, trickling down his cheeks to drop onto the earth. It broke his heart to see her like this. She should never have to be like this. Never in front of him or anyone.


He lowered himself to the ground completely, bleached belly rubbing against the earth as he crawled in front of her, position himself beneath her as he raised her muzzle with his nose, unable to bear looking at her like this. Desdemona...you are my entire life. You are the reason I was put on this earth. The reason I am still breathing. I love you more than anything on this planet, more than life itself. You are my soul mate, my angel, my goddess, my absolute everything. And even though what you did hurt me, I can't hold it against you, not when you did it for our family's benefit. I love you Desdemona, but please, don't ever do that to me again. Your side is where I belong and where I will stay, no matter what life throws at us. His voice was strangled, thick and husky with the fresh tears that flowed down his cheeks, bi-colored gems shut tightly in an attempt to stem the flow.


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Demonio didn't know all of what he had saved her from. He didn't know that she had been defeated, conquered, left broken, limbs cracked like a broken marionette. He didn't know that she had watched them dismember the small group of rogues who had taught her friendship, kindness, love, he didn't know that her pups had been disemboweled, flesh and organs spraying her pelt as they drew the life from the tiny youths she had given birth too. he didn't know she had lain there until her flesh began to cling to her bone and her pelt began to wither, until her eyes grew dry and itchy and her tongue threatened to fall from her lips, so cracked and dry. But she had struggled and she had survived, the experience solidified her back into that blood hungry warrior. The demon whose only purpose of life revolved around death and torture. When he met her... she had been dancing on the precipice of her sanity. Dancing with a reckless vengeance on the razors edge of a mindless thirst for blood, in little more than a few weeks he had coiled his teeth around her and pulled her so far away that she couldn't remember why she had ever wished to return to such a life. He saved her with every breath he drew, every touch he made upon her, he reminded her of light, of love, of goodness. He filled her soul with strength and courage, he filled her with life itself. She was nothing, absolutely nothing without him. No title, no proclamation, no pack, no treaty was worth the price of his love, and he would have to forgive her, around everyone else she needed to be the warrior she once was, but when they were alone she would gladly be weak, if only for him. She approached him like a woman scorned because she deserved his hatred and Queen or no, she would never rule him, never demand anything more from him, other than his love. She would be weak, she would be a slave, if only for him. If he asked her, she would give up her title and her throne, she would run with him to the ends of the earth and beyond. She loved Tortuga, she wished to see it thrive and grow, but if that meant the loss of her beloved, she wouldn't do it, she couldn't do it. She needed Demonio like the air she breathed, the oxygen she drew into her lungs. Demonio was her everything, her lover, her soul mate, her world. Nothing, nothing on this earth was more precious to her than his love and so she bowed, she bowed and she begged, pleading with him to forgive her, apologizing for the fool she had been and the fool she was. A fool the rest of her days. She could smell the salty rivers of tears that slipped from his eyes and in the next moment she could see them. Her eyes widened, stunned and in shock as his body scraped the earth, leveling before her and panic squeezed her heart. This was it, this was his decision. Would he leave or would he stay? She could speak no more, the tears that leaked from his gaze had closed her throat, she could scarcely draw breath let alone find it within herself to speak. Her heavy bodice trembled and her two-toned eyes would stare with so much fear and love and hope that her body trembled with the force of it. His black nose would nudge her muzzle and lift her head, and the soft cry that escaped her throat couldn't be helped, with that tiny gesture, she knew he still loved her, despite the wrong she had caused him. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she could not hold the emotion that trickled from her eyes. Soundlessly, save for the sobs that shook her frame, her own bodice would lower to the earth, she crawled forward, coiling her head around his neck and squeezing him as tight as she could, tears slid from her damp cheeks and vanished into his pelt, but she couldn't care. "I'm sorry Demonio, I'm so so sorry." Her voice was broken, choked with emotion as she repeated the mantra of apologies again and again and again. She wasn't sure how long they lay there, but when next her thoughts would clear enough to see, the sun had dipped far below the horizon. Blanketing the world in darkness. When she reluctantly pulled back from him, she didn't go far. She pulled her head back, only to rest her maw against his own. "Anything, everything, you want to know is yours. I will tell you everything. Every decision, every plan. I may be Vecaan, but I want you, I need you at my side, I promise you will never be left in the dark again." Speech,

After the death of his sister he hadn't expected much of life. Why should he when he was the most dispicable creature that had ever set paws on the earth? After leaving his homelands, the ivory knight hadn't thought that his life was really going anywhere. Arriving in alacritis was a welcome change, but nothing that would inspire hope for better days. His sister's death had still plagued him, each heavy pawstep that he took was a constant reminder. Each glance at himself was like reliving her death all over again. It wasn't until he'd met Desdemona, his she-twin, her bi-colored gaze just a shade off from matching his that his sister's death no longer became a plague.


She'd been a blessing in disguise. At first glance he'd seen her as a possible companion, someone who could fill in the empty void and the lonely days. She was so much like him, unable to see herself the way that he saw her and he unable to see himself the way that she saw him. They were two halves of the same wolf, just coincidentally in two different bodies. They say that opposites attract but there wasn't one thing that they didn't share in commmon. She was perfect. From her alabaster coat, exactly, exactly the same as his, to her hidden scars, to her mismatched eyes, to the bulk of her heavenly body, to the way she walked, talked, breathed, every single little detail about her was diving perfection. There was no one more beautiful than his wife.


Their love had come quickly, something developed over the span of a few months and yet it was the most real thing that Demonio had ever experienced in his life. It was so true, so honest that he felt blessed that he had found such a thing. True love. Desdemona was his true love. His only love. The woman he wanted to spend the rest of his days with. The woman he wanted to grow old with and watch their children grow and have children of their own. Despite her past, and despite the mistake she had made, she was his angel, heavenly perfection and nothing she did would ever change his mind about her.



A soft cry, whine or whimper he couldn't tell, escaped her jaws as he moved himself beneath her, her own salty tears slipping from her jewels to fall upon his pelt, forever lost. He could feel how her body trembled, her sobs quiet in his ears as he felt more than saw her body lower itself to the ground to be level with his. She crawled forward until her neck wrapped around his, squeezing him with all her strength. He returned the gesture, wrapping his own neck tightly around hers, needing her to feel his love for her. Audits pricked forward as she spoke, apology after apology slipping from her jaws, soft repetitive cries. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace for a long time, long enough that when they came apart the sun had dipped below the mountains. He fixed his bi-colored gaze on his wife as she spoke to him, promising him that from now on she would tell him everything. What's done is done my love, let's leave it in the past. Your complete honesty and undying love is all I ask of you. he spoke quietly, brushing the underside of her jaw with his tongue as she rested her muzzle atop his. This was how they were supposed to be. How they were meant to be.


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