in another life

I understand. He spoke, staring into the darkness of the mangroves without seeing what was there. He found it necessary to pull away from Laxago to hold her close in her eyes for she was the only slight he wanted in this moment and forever. She was different now. Not an illusion and no the shell that he had care for, for so many years now. This was the woman he had met and the end of his violent past. Strong, beautiful and capable. He wondered what would become of her now. If she would make a title for herself among the Ludicael. His happiness was immobilizing and he could only find the will to press his crown against her evenly, his tongue slipping from his jowls to gently kiss her brow. You are so beautiful Laxago. Can you see it now? He spoke, the sentence melting into a muffled whine.


The season had passed slowly without her and there was much that they had to talk about. He had been promoted to Sol and he was prideful of his position and the wolves whose home he shared. But the promotion had been short lived after the birth of Jupiter's pups. He would be moving to Amenti as the Master of those lands. It was a temporarily displacement but he wanted, more than anything, for Laxago to go with him. It was place where Deteste would be alienated and. after settling in a place with such amiable wolves, he would be greatly challenged by the change in culture. He was dutiful to Jupiter and he would be dutiful to Medusa. He knew Laxago would not like this repeated allegiance to women she did not know. But he also knew that whatever imagined threat she may thread from these changes that they would motivate her to go with him. So he spoke. There are many things we need to discuss. with a serious but gentle timbre.