The past keeps coming back to haunt me

The appreciation on Ulric's face was soon replaced by shock. Had he never considered the possibility of his fiancé returning? It took him but a moment before he spoke the words that she wanted to hear. No, he wouldn't go back to the woman from his past. Eska would be his present and his future. The silvered woman was a little surprised to hear that he realized he didn't love his former woman. Sometimes it took brutes a little longer to mature... maybe that was what happened to Ulric. Maybe, once he saw what a real woman was supposed to be like, he put the pieces together and realized that he hadn't loved his fiancé.

Ulric would never have to take care of Eska. She could stand on her own and was happy doing so. It would have been beneath her to allow another to look after her. It was a trait that many women held; portraying themselves as weak and less. To Eska, that was laughable. She was just as capable as a man, if not more so. From her glimpse of Aranea, she imagined that the pale woman had also held that trait. She wanted attention and adoration, devotion... Eska was a simple beast. She wanted a partnership. She wanted someone that would be the key to her lock. She wanted Ulric.

A rough padded paw found her cheek and Eska leaned into it as the man before her continued to speak. He told her that he wanted no one but her. He wanted no one else. And then... he asked if she would be in a relationship with him. It was... sweet. Ulric was so unsure of himself and his emotions, but he didn't need to be. Eska could handle his emotions as long as he could handle her lack of emotions. They could continue to balance one another out.

The brindled fae slid her cheek along the paw that held it before moving forward to claim Ulric's maw with her own, pulling him into a deep kiss. Her tongue danced over lips and teeth, tasting him and, in a way, sealing their contract with the action. Only when she'd had her fill of the kiss did she break it and pull back just enough to speak. "A partnership," she reiterated. Eska didn't just want a relationship. She wanted and needed a partnership. Two halves of one whole.

"For me, there will only be you. I ask that you do the same for me. Agree to this, and we'll be as one." A lot of wolves dealt with and accepted open relationships. Eska was not one of those. She would be the only one or she would be alone. Her sulfur pools searched his silver gaze, hoping that he would agree to her minimal terms. If he did so, then she would be his just as he would be hers.


Eska Datura Timber