Battle Scars[Demonio]

Every moment, every second, every minute he spent away from the love of his life was like a thousand fangs piercing his heart all at once, over and over and over again. Being away from her was like the sun being eclipsed and the most severe blizzard taking residence inside him, chilling him to his very core. She was his essence of life and without her his existance meant nothing. She was the warm blood that coarsed through his veins, the steady heartbeat inside of his chest, the light to his eyes, his everything. He belonged to her, in every single way possible and even in the ways that wouldn't happen for some time. He would forever serve her, pamper her, care for her, for the rest of his life, asking only for her love in return.


With the meal he brought her, surely her recovery would speed up? Demonio wished it so, not for his sake but for hers. She didn't deserve what had happened to her; no one did really. She was a warrior and warriors were not creatures of inaction. They were soldiers and needed to be in good shape constantly, for their assistance was almost always needed. And yet his warrior queen simply laid in their den, her forelimb a tangled mess of torn muscles and skin. Were he a healer he would've found the herbs he needed in order to properly heal his mate but sadly he was not and that kind of help he could not offer her. Perhaps there was a healer in Tortuga that wouldn't mind lending him a paw and show him the herbs he could use on Desdemona? He would have to figure that out soon; he didn't want him mate suffering long than she really had to.


She'd been lying down when he'd returned, her beautiful head rising, her two-toned gaze locking onto his form as he dragged the carcass inside the den to drop it before her paws. He watched with worried eyes as she slowly dragged herself to sit up before him. Audits pinned themselves against his head; was she going to-? Before he could voice his protest, Desdemona was limping towards him, her jaw tight with pain. She didn't need to get up to greet, he would have been satisfied with her simple words but she was a fighter and that's what she was doing now; fighting. She was fighting the pain, dragging her injured limb with her as she tucked herself beneath his chin, curling her shoulders against his chest, her pelt meshing with his. A sigh slipped past his jaws, crown tipping forward as he cradled hers against his neck, plume curling around his haunches to reach towards his paws, brushing against his mate's haunches. Oh, how he loved embracing her like this, having her safe against him, just the two of them.


Audits rotated forward once more to catch her gentle words, her breath toying with the fur along his throat, sending shivers down his spine as her rumble of content vibrated in her chest. And I love you Desdemona. he whispered quietly, the constricting feeling in his chest having disappeared at her touch.


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