The taste on the tip of my tongue

Sitka hadn't been expecting to see Lorikeet again after the pair of wolves had gotten separated just before that "end of days" cataclysm with the weird bugs and mushrooms. He'd simply gone off while Keetie and Ruga were doing their own thing, forging something for the lovely fae, and the next thing he knew, he couldn't find either of them and the world was ending. He'd eventually tracked Ruga's scent down to a pack in eastern Boreas, but from there he didn't interfere. Ruga had clearly gotten himself a cushy life and he didn't need the scarred renegade in his life any longer. So Sitka did his best to survive the horrors of the apocalypse. He hunted, he explored, he killed a few wolves he came across that tried to fight him in a state of madness or who just looked like they were doomed with those mushrooms and crystals growing out of them. He'd thankfully avoided getting sick throughout the whole ordeal somehow too. But throughout it, he'd done it all alone.

That changed when one day after the sun had returned, Sitka heard a familiar seraphic voice call his name, and lo there stood Lorikeet in all her beauty, none the worse for wear after the end of days. She'd tempted him to her bed that night, though in honesty, it didn't take much effort. Sitka remembered their time together and was eager for a repeat performance—so much so that he stayed a second night, and then a third. Before long, the lone wolf was alone no more. They traveled together across the verdant land, fending for themselves. Neither of them spoke about how they survived the endless night. He didn't think she needed to hear the gory details of his homicides and he didn't volunteer the information. Besides, all he needed now was Keetie. She provided him all the companionship and entertainment he needed, and he helped provide their meals and shelters for each night. It was a match made in heaven.

With a delighted sigh, Sitka's body easily fell over top of Keetie's on the dark-sanded beach. Steel blue gazed down into the two contrasting gems of fire and ice that made his galaxy's eyes. His lips pulled back with a soft grunt to expose sharp teeth when her feline claws dug into his fur, a shiver racing down his spine under her touch. The pain was exquisite when it was a chaser to the pleasure she got him drunk on. His silent snarl turned up into a wide grin when he felt his lover's nose burrow into his neck, purring while she savored all of him. Sitka's paws flexed on either side of her, one gripping at the sand and the other squeezing her hip where he held her. Her request for a castle and army of slaves brought a rumbling chuckle from the dire brute, his muzzle slipping down to nuzzle the top of her head while he drank in her perfectly feminine scent with abandon. She was delicious to him, a drug he could overdose on again and again without hesitation. "Mmm I would conquer the fanciest castle and enslave the world to make you a queen, my galaxy," he replied in playful banter, his deep, rough baritones growling out each word for her while he combed through her soft fur with delicate fangs.

"Sitka Thánatos"