Its a strange world

Mortis felt his breath stir the fur across the boys throat, felt him tremble beneath him as he responded to the closeness of the winged wolf. He saved the strange and beautiful knowledge of what he meant to Hikaru. Who had stood by him for so long, and been so patient with him. Who was willing to stay at his side, through thick and thin. Already, he had proved it more often than he should have to. From snow storms, to strange monsters in the night, and sickness. To the militaristic beliefs of his father.

He held Hika gently beneath him, and savoured every inch of his skin. He kissed every scar, every mark, every single brush of uniqueness and colour and beauty that was his Hika. He glanced at Hika through half lidded eyes as he admired the soft beauty of this man. He had never met a wolf more perfect. “Mine.” He whispered, having never shown a tendency for possessiveness before. He knew that for Hika, he would be. He wouldn’t give up this wolf without a fight.

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