Battle Scars[Demonio]
03-12-2013, 06:35 PM
It seemed as though they shared the same dilemma, she undermined herself, looked down upon her own visage and he seemed to do the same. He saw so much strength and beauty in her, but he could see none of the flawless beauty that lingered beneath his own flesh. He was so focused upon her that he could not see how glorious his own self was. It seemed they both had a bit of accepting to do. She opened her maw to speak, but never got the chance, the tears that gathered in the corners of her mates oculars and the singular drop that fell successfully silenced her. Her eyes widened, worried she had said something to offend him, but it seemed it was quite the opposite. He spoke to her a litany of words, emotions choking her loving mate throughout his winded speech. Each word, drilled into her heart, her very soul reminding her of how perfect he was for her. Tears trickled from her eyes and emotions swelled her throat shut. She was a blood thirsty warrior, a demon disguised in a blanket of sinfully deceptive white fur, and he had brought her to her knees. Tears spilled from two-toned oculars and several times she tried to open her jaws to speak, but no words her mind could dream up were complicated enough, simplistic enough or profound enough to accurately describe how much she loved him, how much she treasured him. He was her Adonis, absolutely breathtakingly beautiful and he need do little more than present himself to her, for her heart to take off on a high speed chase and her stomach to be lodged in her throat. He won her with little more than a glance and despite her blood stained past, she was won and she could not bring herself to care. In fact she wished he could remain forever at her side, that deep timbre of his voice lulling her to silence and sleep. He vanished from her side, turning back to glance upon her from the entrance of their den. His two toned eyes revealing such a deep stare of longing, she was sorely tempted to rise and join him, physical pain be damned, but she needed her limbs and she needed her leg to heal so she would be forced to demonstrate patience. He answered her swiftly, with a gentle reply and a soft whine. Her ears pinned back to her skull and her heart broke at the heartbreaking sound, but he was gone, off to find food and a deep sense of loneliness settled over her. She lowered her head to the soft grass, her breath blowing the blades away. She required no healer, the water had done its job of carrying away whatever infection may have settled and she needed no drug to block her pain. The gentle throbbing of her leg reminded her that she was still alive, still breathing, still living here with Demonio. Demonio... despite herself a soft whine escaped her larynx. She missed him and he had scarcely been gone for an hour. her body yearned for his warmth and his touch. Her heart yearned for his scent and his presence. When had she become so dependent on another? Had it not been just a short few months ago she had survived well enough on her own? She supposed that was just it, she had not ever lived, merely survived until the sun set and rose the next day. Demonio had taught her truly how to live and where was he? Worry began to cloud her mind. She was in no shape to venture out after him. Damn. She should have spoken nothing of her hunger. Her worry disipitated as his scent reached her nose. Her head lifted from its perch between her paws and her ears perked up and forward. Her tail swished lazily behind her. He was dragging something, what it was she cared not, she only cared for her light, her love, her Demonio. She dragged her legs beneath her, sitting up properly as he dragged the dead fawn before her, his breath coming in heavy pants as he fought to regain his breath. He sat back on his haunches, speaking quietly and awaiting her own reaction. She would give it to him, and she would give it to him in spades. Grinding her teeth against the pain, she pushed herself up, her right foreleg protesting the movement but she wouldn't have it. Slowly she limped forward to her mate, dipping her head beneath his own and brushing the top of her cranium beneath his jaw, her ears pinning back as she curled her shoulders into his chest, her body reclining back down into a seated position as she curled into his chest. A rumbling purr of contentment bursting from her larynx now that she had returned to his embrace. "I love you Demonio." She purred against the skin of his neck, more content curled up against him than she had ever felt before. Speech, |
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