Drums... drums in the deep

The look he gave her was one of frustration, and he didn’t speak for a moment. Just looked at the fiery toned woman and listened to the wind that whistled around them. The situation was awful. He hadn’t known a heart could split so easily in two. His desires were mixed, and the life he offered wasn’t an easy one for either of them to walk through.

He leaned down, and kissed her forehead, between her soft white ears. “You are mine, and I look after my own. If you unweave all the complicated strands and dig to the heart of the matter, it’s that. You are mine, and I’ll protect you.” He told her, and gently pushed her with an encouraging paw so they were moving again. Across the plains, and towards the Armada. The newly revealed and complicated truths between them.

"Basilisk Fatalis"