Battle Scars[Demonio]

She had become his best friend, his whole world, his entire universe in such a short amount of time. She had been like a blessing in disguise; an angel under the guise of a warrior. She was beautiful and gorgeous and stunning and magnificent and amazing and loving and caring and powerful and just beyond perfect. She had found him in a dark place and rescued him, brought him back from that black hole that had become his life. She was his goddess, his heroin and he would make it his mission for the rest of his life to try and repay her. No words would ever be enough to express just how much he loved her.


She was the epitome of beauty and were they to have pups their children would be absolute perfection. All of them would be swathed in the same alabaster fur as their mother, perhaps their eyes varying between his mate's and his own. Out of all the pups though, he wished to have atleast one little girl, one little mini Desdemona, an exact replica of her down to the color of her eyes. He would spoil his little girl rotten, granting ever whim and desire she could ever ask for, much like he did for her mother. He would protect her with his life and teach her everything she needed to know to make out on her own. He hoped she would become a daddy's girl, or at least want to hang out with her old man every once in a while. His stomach fluttered at the contemplation of his own children, something he had never considered before until he'd met his soul mate.


Audits swiveled forward with attention as his beloved spoke, her tones gentle as she returned his lavish affections. My love is all yours mi amor, always to your disposal. Your are my queen and I your humble servant, ready to grant you every wish and desire. Goosebumps rippled down his spine as her soft murmur, lids falling closed for a moment. She was not in heat now but the remnants of her last cycle were still there, faint but still noticeable. He was in no hurry to begin their own family, but the idea of starting one soon very much excited him. Her past labeled her as a warrior yet Demonio knew in his heart that that was what going to make her the most incredible mother he had ever known. The proof was right in front of his face with the way she treated him, so loving and affection, gentle and kind. There was no one else alive that he could picture himself starting a family with than Desdemona, his one and only true love.


He felt like a smiling idiot whenever he was around her, unable to control the smiles that seemed to be permanently plastered across his maw. He didn't care much though, it wasn't like he could help it; she drove him mad with love. Another smile curved his jaws as she presented a sideways kiss to his jaws, his own tongue sneaking out to plant one on the tip of her delicate nose. Well in that case, a young fawn for my queen it is. he rumbled in response, plume wagging gently, awaiting her command for him to go out and retrieve her dinner.


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