Battle Scars[Demonio]

How could he make her understand just how he perceived her through his dual-colored eyes? How could he express to her that was the absolute living embodiment of perfection to him, more divine than any gods could ever be. Her beauty far surpassed the beauty of any mortal she-wolf and he would forever remain in astoundment that such a divine goddess had chosen him, a simple peasant, to share the rest of her life with. How could he show her just how truly beautiful she was, regardless of what had had happened in her past. That no longer defined her, no longer mattered. She was with him now and that was the only thing she had to worry about from now on.


Audits swiveled forward as she spoke, her words causing moisture to collect at the corners of his eyes, one single tear slipping from his icy eye to dribble down his muzzle and plop between his paws. Mi corazon you are perfection, you always have been. Your past, whatever it was, hid that from you, perhaps even disguised it, but it has always been there mi amor. Do not deny it for it is the truth that I speak, the words of my heart, the heart that now belongs to you. You say I complete you and I too can say that you complete me, in more than ways that I can ever find the words to describe. You are the reason my heart beats so strongly inside this chest of mine, the reason I am still alive. I was brought onto this earth for one purpose and one purpose only; to love you. You are my angel, my blessing and one day I will find a way to show you just how deep and true my love is. His words were choked at the end, the emotions washing over him powerful. No one had ever made him feel like this. Ever. He wanted nothing more than to pour his heart out to her, to show her that his love was true and ever lasting, that he was in this for the long run and not even death himself could pull him from her side.


The languid kiss she presented the corner of his mouth with sent his heart into a stuttering as he pulled away, stopping only a moment at the entrace to their den to glance back at her, the stuttering giving way to a painful constriction. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to return to her side, to curl around her, to tenderly kiss all her wounds until they healed, to remain with her and never leave her. And yet his head said otherwise; it told him that leaving her was necessary, essential to her recovery. If he simply stayed with her and never left her side, who would hunt for her? She would surely starve, only worsening her condition and Demonio could not allow that. It was his responsibility to take care of his mate and if that meant leaving her for a short time while she was injured, then he would damn well take that risk to ensure her survival. Quiet words drifted into his ears, causing him to pause just before fully stepping out of the den, gentle gaze returning to Desdemona. And protect it with my life I shall my love. He murmered in response, a soft whine leaving his trachea before he out of the den and off across the ravine, nostrils flaring wide, ready to bring home the dinner.


Paws beat out a steady drum against the half-frozen earth, bi-colored gaze roving the landscape as he breached the treeline, movements as silent as a ghosts. Neat the treeline the scent of prey was absent, but as he moved deeper into the forest, the sudden stench of deer attacked his nostrils with full force. Demonio didn't waste time on stopping to identify the source of the smell; there was no need. It was strong off he could follow it easily, frame re-adjusting in the blink of an eye, bending tight around a large timber as he changed course to locate the deer. Limbs pumped efficiently beneath the large brute, bringing him right ontop of his preferred prey. Pace was slowed dramatically, dirt skidding up behind his haunches as he came to a sudden halt, needing to find cover before the herbivores spotted him, his alabaster coat not exactly the most ideal camoflouge out of winter. Mass was lowered to the ground, belly brushing against the brown earth as he slunk towards the clearing, a small herd of doe in his sights. There were three doe all clustered together, but they weren't without company. Four younglings, barely a few months old clustered along their mothers' legs, lipping at the shoots beneath their hooves, unaware of the massive predator lurking just behind the brush. The mothers were alert, as all mothers were, but their body postures gave any no tension or any reason for detecting a threat. The ivory male eyed the fawns, trying to decide which one he would bring down to bring when much to his luck, one of the little things decided to wander off, as only fate would have it, wandering straight in his direction. Demonio shook his head; what luck. Muscles tensed, haunches like coiled springs, talons kneading the dirt, gaze locked on the tiny creature moving in his direction. One...two...three.


The coiled springs that were his haunches exploded with power, launching the massive brute clear over the brush, talons outstretched to grasp at the youngling, jaws agape. The does turned, their muddy colored eyes widening in shock at the predator launching itself a the baby. They cried out patheticly, but it was too late; the baby was a gonner. Jaws clamped down powerfully over the fawns muzzle, cutting off its air supply, talons gripping at its chest as the knight knocked the young herbivore over, his massive weight easily pinning it down. Unable to help the downed baby, the does and the rest of the children hurried off to find safety, leaving the child in the grasps of Demonio. The poor thing flaied beneath him in a desperate attempt to free itself, but it was no use; its fate was sealed. Jaws clamped down harder, a slight crunch reaching his ears, the fawns maw slightly giving way beneath her unforgiving grip. And then the struggling ceased, the fawn becoming limp beneath his grip, its last breath exiting its body before it ceased to live. Maw unhinged, releasing the now dead fawn, tongue darting out to swipe at the trickle of blood that had stained his muzzle before he reached down, taking a grip on its neck before he began dragging it back the way he came, pleased that he would be able to deliver such a delicacy to his beautiful woman.


It took a bit longer than when he had orignally started out, given the fact that the hooves of the animal continuously got caught in stuck up roots or rocks, needing for the knight to tug violently until it came loose. Regardless, he was able to return to the den in a reasonable amount of time, climbing up the small slope, the carcass dragging behind him as he scrambled up the last part of it, finally reaching the entrace of the den. Demonio dropped the carcass, ribbon lolling out slightly as he panted quietly, taking a moment to catch his breath before he picked up the meal, dragging it all the way inside the den to drop at the paws of Desdemona only to take a step back, haunches folding beneath him as he sat, bowing his head to his mate, tail thumping gently against the den floor. Dinner is served amor. he crooned, awaiting her reaction.


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