What I Want
Sibyl - Fall Seasonal
01-05-2021, 08:55 PM
Azriel was both silently grateful and a touch disappointed that Sibyl didn't ask any followup questions. Part of him wanted to let it all go, to release the anger that was threatening to boil over inside of him again. A far greater part of him wanted to keep it repressed and hidden, forgetting his own history written in blood and ashes. For the long stretched of silence after he finished speaking, Azriel just sat there, lost in the memories of screams and blood, occasionally trembling with the rage. What finally snapped him out of his anger-induced trance was the soft, wet feeling of Sibyl's nose pressing to his cheek. A few rapid blinks and Az was back in the present, turning to meet his partner's gaze when she said she was glad he got his revenge. Again, the striped brute just stared at her, blinking in his stupor. She was glad he got revenge on his old pack...? The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch with the trace of a smile. Sibyl really was a different breed of crazy, and he loved it.
When she reached up to lick his chin, Azriel leaned down to return the lick to the end of her muzzle, a low rumble starting in his chest. It was far more intimate and hinted at promises of excitement to come once their walk was concluded. Sibyl had always been a close partner, a confidant, and dare he say a friend? She had never done him wrong, and if she wanted to stay with him, he would not turn her away. That did, however leave the matter of Fel Abraxas on the table. What were they going to do about her proposition? It didn't seem like either of them felt overjoyed at joining a pack blind and out of the blue... but perhaps Fel would be willing to entertain a Q&A session if she really wanted them in. Or perhaps they could convince her to leave them and come start her life fresh in their little band.
"Don't worry, my darling, I'm not going anywhere without you," the brute purred to the lighter fae. He stood up again, shaking out his pelt of the loose leaves and grasses, then motioned for her to follow him so they could resume their walk back towards their den. "I think we both need to have a little chat with our dearest Fel about all this before we decide on anything. Until then, though, I want to get you back home. I'm feeling selfish with our time today..." A wolfish grin touched Azriel's features while he waited for her to join him so he could escort her back home, the thinly veiled promise of his true intentions underlying his voice.
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