In the Dead of Night

*Azalea* · 08-22-2013, 09:48 PM

Sarak warmed to her touch, not trying to flinch away when she curled up so close to him. Their hearts beat together, his tuning to hers and hers to his. ?I need you, too. And I need to tell you what I was? Before Valhalla.? Her heart skipped a beat at his opening words, pattering away to catch up. His next words made her stomach turn. She wasn't sure that she was prepared to know anymore. When she had first met him, it was the only thing she had been interested in and now she just didn't see the point in knowing.

Azalea wasn't given a choice, though, and the male began a very long story. The story of his life as told by him. It was the most accurate account of the male's upbringing she would ever get and she would likely never hear it again.

As his nose pressed into her shoulder it made her insides leap, shooting hormonal energy through her body. How was she supposed to pay attention to his story if he was gonna do stuff like that? He had already started talking though so she told her body to calm down, clenching in at the core to try and force those feelings out. His first words had her giving him an incredulous look. Sarak... and assassin? It was hard to believe since the wolf she had known all the while was submissive and from what she knew could hardly swat a fly. A runner but not a killer.

But he ended his beginning with a simple pairing of words that said that he wasn't as innocent as she was led to believe, he had enjoyed killing things. She still found impossible that he had ever killed another wolf, though.

He continued on a bit forcefully, seeming not sure if should even go on. Azalea wasn't sure what looks she was giving him. Nothing negative though she was sure some disbelief was slipping in there.

So Erani had been who he was meant to kill... to become a man, or something like that. It almost made her laugh out loud. Kill Erani? Even with the silvery she-wolf being a healer, Azalea didn't see her as a mere lamb. Erani was a lion and could very well be capable of killing in the right circumstances. She was especially lethal, holding deadly plants alongside her tooth and claw.

About midway through his life story Azalea laid her head down to where it rested on one of his forelegs and an ear brushed his chin. Her ears remained alert, making it clear that she was listening, and maybe more intently than usual. All too suddenly they had reached the present and he was talking to her. She lifted her head again, looking him square in the eye. He was reaching out to her, asking her to help him learn to love. His virtual proclamation of love was enough to throw her hormones into play again but at the same time his words terrified her.

"Sarak..." Her hesitant beginning was surely enough to set worry upon him, "I'm not even two yet... but I have these feelings. There is this want deep within me that craves you. I don't want to feel this way! It scares me! I'm too young to be connected... to be... tied. You can hold me but for the time being you cannot keep me, Sarak, I'm not ready for it. I want to get out, explore, meet every stranger I come across." She paused, looking troubled. "This isn't coming out right."

She looked down, clearly frustrated with herself. "I don't want it to be... just you and me... for now. You said I hold your heart in my paws but I feel like I hold it in my teeth and that's not fair to you! I'm utterly selfish, I want you but here I am telling you that you can't have me. That's how I feel though, Sarak. I'm too young to be tied to anyone or anything that isn't Valhalla itself but that doesn't mean that I don't have feelings for you. It doesn't mean that I don't want, don't need you... because I do."

She was struggling to pull herself closer to him, her body bumping roughly against him. There was no room to move closer and no way to move closer. It was clear that she was feeling a little... frisky now. It was a feeling she didn't know what to do with so she settled to cuddling into the male's neck. She lifted her paw and brushed his face lightly, something that was to be expected from her. As her paw moved out of the way, quickly touching down again, she reached out and licked him smack on the cheek.

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