Nothing Left To Fear
10-15-2013, 04:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2013, 04:21 PM by Dexter.)
She seemed to calm with the rising of the moon, he loved when the sun died, how everything seemed to still and the dangers came out to play. Fell slithered that she was happy he had ended up here, suddenly she pressed herself against him and everything in his brain spasmed. Her chest fell against his and their fur melded together, the heat of their bodies burning him in a way he hadn't felt before, he felt like he was on fire, maybe not in a bad way, her head fell on his shoulder, tucking her head underneath his chin. He panicked, on the outside he was as calm as before, but inside he was rushing around, what was he supposed to do? He'd never been in a situation like this before, physical contact of this degree, of pretty much any degree for that matter. She made him feel... Something... but he didn't have any clue as to what it was, what she manifested amongst his dark desires, how she soothed his monster. He sat, frozen in time with her in a complete state of inner awkwardness as he contimplated how he should react, after a few long moments he decided to go along, he had to maintain this image of a caring, kind wolf, where as inside, he knew he could never be what he pretended to be. He tucked his head down slightly, enjoying the warmth she helped spread through his stone form, his breath soft as he remained silent against her, holding his head against her own. |