lifeblood [birthing]
01-03-2014, 04:45 PM
She cried for him and her voice would punch through the walls of his chest, grasping desperately at his lungs and squeezing the oxygen from their confines. A bark of desperation was involuntary, however working to provide his queen with the reassurance of his seeking. He loped, balanced, steady, however eager; pacing between the snow-ridden trunks of his domain, weaving so effortlessly with the grace he would always bare. He had been misplaced in recent times, having satisfied all the bloodied cravings of his twisted desires; he had achieved so much, but what now? Was death all he held to look forward to? Though as he came to see her dark frame, resting silently against the crystalline snow, he was reinfected with a born purpose. If he was dead who was to guide his family, his love? He marched forth with the presence of not only a domineering king, but a passionate mate; ushering his coral frame to her side, haste evident within every flexion of his supple thighs. ?Come, my adore; to the den,? he would crouch his elbows, pressing his right shoulder against her left, encouraging her to lean into him as his jaws would clasp her scruff; preparing to aid his queen in lifting her swollen bodice. Not long, and Alacritis? most divine would breathe. Where was Eris? |