For the Love of Poem

In time a woman came. A tall, handsome woman, but Sparhawk found that his appreciation ended there. There was no attraction anymore. He'd learned that with Aranea at the caves. No, Sparhawk's mind and heart were all for Poem. He had a healthy appreciation for the female form, but it was like looking at a piece of art. It stirred the mind rather than the loins. It was a sobering reality as to just how much Poem had encompassed his being.

A friendly smile was given as the woman came near and spoke. Ah, how did he want to go about this? What brought him here? "I am here because of a woman." He started out truthfully, his claret gaze fixed firmly upon the blue and purple eyes of the bob-tailed woman. "My name is Sparhawk," he smiled again. "I am very much wanting to join your pack for the love of a woman." Ah, he'd said it out loud. It was real now.

Poem had told him just how important her pack and family were to her. She had told him how good her home was and how much she loved it. He wanted to love it too. He wanted to be in a place that she loved, loving her while she loved him. And it. And all of them. The tall, redwood man was a lover now. He was a good man, he thought. He had atoned for his past sins and would continue to do so until the end of his days simply by bringing happiness to others. The man wanted this obsidian woman before him to see how much he wanted to bring that happiness to Poem.

"I am here for Po-em," he said softly, though his accent was thick. "For the love of Miss Po-em." Soot colored ears flicked forward as he looked at the woman expectantly. He really was a lovesick mess inside, but outwardly he tried to make himself look like less of a smitten boy.