I'LL ALWAYS ACHE WITH AN EMPTY HEART xx (jupiderp)

There was something between them--something burning and electric that Jupiter couldn't identify. It thrummed through her veins more powerfully and more understood than her pulse despite the fact that she didn't knew more about her pulse than this sensation. Her loyalty was undying--something she could have never even begin to expect from a lady she had originally perceived as fickle and unstable.



"To me? Medusa, to anybody, and I'm sure he has, to many wolves." The longer the Sol spoke the angrier she became, voice slipping into a snarl and every peace of fur upon her body raising and anger surging through her at the grossly thought of his hulking black figure pinning down any wolf... She brushed the thoughts away, taking a deep breath to attempt to calm herself, hairs upon her pelt slowly beginning to lower again. "I'll rip them from his carcass if I have to," she vowed.



As the alpha accepted the odd token of loyalty, cleaning the blood from the afflicted paw, Medusa answered. Her tongue hesitated in its work and her eyes swept upwards, seeking hers, the air once more trapped and going stagnant within her lungs. She released the dioxide its prison, mind churning. Another way to say those common three words? Could it be? Lyrics trickled from her lips as slowly and as carefully as her brain allowed itself to function. "And should my heart still beat when I leave the battlefield, it is yours." Perhaps it was the prospect of death staring her in the face speaking, or maybe the fact that she didn't want to disappoint Medusa, but either way she couldn't bear to turn the woman away.



She allowed for humor to change her expression. "I worry about you most of all, my boa," she replied. "May your Sol know of these plans before someone's wrath comes upon Ludicael?" She laughed slightly as she said this, a shine in her eye as she looked at Medusa.