It's never the same

Her eyes closed to the world for a few moments. Her touch starved skin sent ripples of tingling static through every strand of fur with each rub upon her back.

"Yes, of course." She replied with a relaxed and grateful exhale. She didn't expect anything to really change much. She had her jobs and her lists, and her goals. This wasn't on any of them though. She didn't know how long she could sit here, it was the closest to bliss she had ever reached.
Her mind was softly quiet for once, like a gentle hum. She felt protected, like the world and it's expectations were so very far away. His slave, her Warlord. She belonged to him in way she had never belonged anywhere before. Safe.

Absently she tried to use her dull claw to gently trace one of the blue markings over the black fur of his leg, as if he were her paper and her claw the charcoal.


"Ignita"