For the Love of Poem
Theory
10-02-2020, 06:15 AM
He had decided. The night that he'd spent with Poem telling scary stories had solidified the redwood mans thoughts and feelings. Sparhawk needed Poem. He needed her like he needed air. He couldn't imagine his life without her in it. Meeting Poem had been like finding a piece of the sun. A treasure that could never be surpassed by anything else in the world. He, the demon reformed, was in love. Total and complete love. Sparhawk had taken the time after their first meeting to think it through. The thick, womanly woman had been in his thoughts non-stop. He knew that he had to meet her again and so he had. The spark had still been there and had burst into a full blown bonfire. He couldn't be away from her any longer. Sparhawk needed Poem. Traveling to the land that he knew was her pack, the man released a quick howl, requesting the alpha. He wanted this to be a secret. He wanted to surprise the woman the he loved. He hoped that the leader of this pack would accept him and grant him entry because... Sparhawk needed Poem. "Speech" |
Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
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Sparhawk <3 Poem