More Dazzling than the Lights

The little murrs and coos of delight he was able to pull from Avacyn with his careful and deliberate grooming made that warmth inside him flare up, spurring him on to keep doing all the little things he was doing to get her to make those adorable noises. When Ava looked back at him from over her shoulder with that cute smile on her face, all time seemed to stop. His breathing came to a halt, mesmerized by her like he'd never been before by anyone else. She said he was perfect as well, and while he staunchly denied that fact to anyone else, only Avacyn seemed to be able to get him to even think differently. When she told him he was perfect, or how valuable he was, or how important he was to her, he believed her. Ava would have his faith and loyalty for all time until the day he died, and in whatever worlds came after this one. She turned around in his paws, the water gently swishing between them as she faced him. His paws rested on her sides just above her waist, holding her gently as they sat in the water together. Ava leaned in closer, bringing her body almost up to his while she brushed her nose against his cheek, leaving a pool of warmth to flush beneath his skin. She called him her other half, two parts of the same coin. He was perfect to her, and that was all he needed.

Saracyn's heart was racing in his chest, his pulse thrumming hot and fast in his veins and coursing liquid fire through his entire system from tip to tail. He leaned gently into her nuzzling, never wanting to separate from her. It was the same sort of connection and closeness he'd felt to her throughout their entire lives, from their young days of puppyhood when they would snuggle together every night. He never wanted to be apart from Avacyn, and that pull had never felt stronger than it did in this very moment. Ava pulled back, but only just enough so that their gazes could meet once more. Almost immediately, Saracyn began to lose himself in those dark jewels that entranced him, hypnotized him, especially with the way the swirling lights in the sky reflected off of them when she tilted her head up to look at him with their slight size difference. He could feel her every warm exhale against his lips in the chilly air, taste the sweetness of her breath so close. A shiver raced down his spine, and out of nowhere the yearling brute felt a compulsive urge to do something bold. It hadn't been a conscious thought; it was instinct guiding him fully now, telling him what he wanted and how to take it.

Saracyn leaned in closer until there was but a hair's breadth between their muzzles, so close their noses were just about touching. He hesitated, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. Those jittery nerves that compelled him forward also made him second guess himself. But with one more glance into those alluring eyes, Saracyn surrendered to Avacyn and pressed his mouth forward to meet hers. The first contact of her soft lips on his sent his heart into rapid palpitations as his blue eyes drifted closed to give himself up to the intimacy of the moment. Fire burst in his chest and scorched its way through every part of him while electricity fried his nerves into oblivion. Every second after that he spent kissing Avacyn made the most energizing euphoria explode in his brain, giving him the greatest rush and high he'd ever experienced. It was greater than any hunt, any fight, any kill he'd made. Avacyn was perfect—he'd said so himself—and kissing her felt perfect. It felt right. Like this was always how they were supposed to be. After several long, glorious moments, Saracyn reluctantly broke their lips apart, though he didn't give her more than an inch of space between their snouts, cobalt eyes flickering open to seek her reaction and expression and see just how badly he'd fucked up.

"Saracyn Mendacium"