Battle Scars[Demonio]

N/A · 03-12-2013, 01:18 PM

She loved the ivory male, her twin with all of her being, her two-toned gaze glittering with the emotion as he spoke of her. He saw so much goodness in her, so much beauty, she wondered what he saw that she did not. She was no remarkable beast, or at least she could not compare with him. He was the embodiment of perfection and she would forever be his slave, to command and control as he saw fit. He was everything to her and she wanted to make sure he knew it. His words reached her gently swiveling audits and she shook her head, denying his words. "No. I am not perfection my heart. I am half of a soul, half of a wolf. I did not live, not truly, until I met you. You complete me Demonio. You are the missing pieces of my soul, the love that floods my heart, the joy and the laughter within my eyes, if I am to be perfection it is only because you have been brought to me." She ended her words with a languid kiss to the corner of his mouth, her two toned eyes seeking her beloved to see if he truly understood. He was the reason she wished to be better, to not fall back into the pointless mindset of a heartless killer.

She rumbled her contentment as he placed a kiss between her eyes before he padded to the entrance of their den. She tossed to him, her head, willing him to go on, but not before calling out to him once more. "You take with you my heart." She murmured just loud enough for him to hear, he would know of her love if it killed her and then he was gone and Desdemona was left alone. The wounds that graced her torso were already scabbed over, healing already, they ached but it was a dull throb, one easily ignored. Her leg, was far more wounded. She had been careless, had allowed it to strong of a grip before she had yanked away. She could still bend the appendage and could still move her toes, so it had not destroyed the muscle, merely damaged it. She would limp for a few weeks and then be as good as new... with a few more scars beneath her ivory pelt.

She wondered what she would have done if she had seen her lover torn apart as she had been? Well that was simple. She would have demolished them, tortured the canids until they pleaded and begged for death. Torture was something she was well versed in and they would have received the full brunt of her training. Mercy would not have been a word to grace her vocabulary. She would have more than likely placed her mates injuries in the back of her head, she would not have returned to him so swiftly, her lust for revenge and blood would have blocked even the sun in the sky.

Demonio was everything to Desdemona and even as something as foolish as retrieving her dinner, she felt guilty of asking him. He deserved to be attended to, waited on at all times, not she. She swore once she recovered she would treat him like the king he was, anything he desired would be his. Her loyalty may have been to her pack, but her mate would forever come first.

Speech,

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