Silver Storm

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they are an abomination to the life as most would call it. They are the epitome of unholy, and yet in this they are so perfectly resolute. Syrinx moves towards her, his heavy breath, his hungry eyes, and his thundering heart, crash towards her side, eager to hold, eager to breath. "Eos," the chilled whisper, the elegant coo that is her name lifts from his once-boyish chords, and he flaunts something more, shows something full of fervor. Yet, the crescendo of pleasure is halted, his muzzle lifts towards her ear, and he purrs to her, warning her of her future, "Father is upon his deathbed, be ready, we sit idle no longer," they had been reclusive, the duo, for they had found intrigue in their blood lust, "What do you want?" the world? It was hers, he would give it to her.