✗ so I hand you the key to your cell.

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Silver that once painted their surroundings, brightened by the heavens and every shadow among them fed by absent darkness. And among them stood the beast of a wolf. His obsidian hue and hackles raising ever so sharply over the sharply palpated air, so thin with desire, greed, and lust it was a flavor on the winds. He could tell that soon the air would cool, and the still summer breeze would relax to allow cool whisps time to intertwine within the warm waves. Like the beautiful face he had been watching, galaxy's would appear across the canopy hidden sky, like a game of hide and seek they would occasionally be able to become visible.

As the winds stirred gently, hardly eradicating the dust from his filthy figure, his nostrils would flare to take in the scent of the doe before him, a vision she was, something he was incapable to getting over in more ways than one, and there was only one thing that would be able to rid that feeling of curiosity and overwhelming lust, and he knew that she could only understand what it was as well. Besides the need to fulfill this woman in more ways than one captivating his mind so forcefully, he failed to notice his exhausted self, or the lack of insomnia plaguing his mind and body. As though it never existed the pain was absent, at least for now. Something that hadn't happened in quite a long time. Images of the past failed to plague his mind, flashes of smeared faces and harmful memories or day dreams. They felt like a constant hell for the brute, and he walked and walked perhaps as some subconscious way to get rid of the memories, maybe thats why he was a reckless rogue, controlled by his need to escape so he would just wander.

The thoughts of such times would cause him to sigh at times, a constant state of fighting with himself, but now? Now was not one of those times. He felt captured by something else, something real and it was happening all right now, he just only realized he didn't feel the need to walk or run from it, to free himself from it. And it was her, this galactic goddess who captured his undivided attention so fully. The spots and speckles that so finely covered her visage were a vision, and with the fading light of the day the brute couldn't help but stare with such an intense gaze, the stars in her sky were glowing and he had to stay to see it happen to it's full extent. There was something so secret and so unknown about this fae, something he wanted to know about, but also, she may want to know this about him as well. And so a sinking feeling seemed to hit him in the gut only for a moment. His auds would turn back and he would cut his gaze from the goddess. Gold staring down at the mud beneath him, practically concave to his massive form.

Muscle upon muscle would tense at her next words. He desired her so fully it almost hurt, and the thoughts that plagued him for that moment had to fade away for he knew she was there in front of him, and she was real and present, and she could be his, all his and no one else's. He wanted her, no, needed her.

As he brought himself around to face her he would remain ever so tense and on-edge. Breaths being pushed from the onyx nostrils swallowing part of the ring inside of it would flex and shift as to take in their surroundings. His side reflecting that of protection and greed combined. With each inhale his chest would widen, if that were even more possible, and his lungs with fill with the poisonous air that belonged to the siren before him, constantly bringing his mind back to her. Golden optics would then turn up to meet hers as she spoke, her voice filling his auds with such an addictive sound.

He was accustomed to those he had only just met being curious about his adornments, though he never seemed to speak of them. As her watched her look upon him he felt a sense of puzzlement and also curiosity. Her audible amusement within her words was recognized, and so he continued to tease her along, awaiting for the right moment to take her completely both physically and mentally. They were both alone, and he needed her now more than ever. His body language continued to send her the signs he knew she could so clearly read. "Venus." He lingered on her name for a long while, a small smirk upon his maw as she spoke of his physical form. As he spoke his next words, he would take slow and meaningful steps towards the goddess divine. "Goddess... Oh, but I am alone." He stopped mere inches between himself and her, his musk seemed to palpate into the air as did her own. His dial lifted and arched quite magnificently, the matted and thick mane hugging his neck and chest would stir and flex as he did so, auds lying back against his skull. His optics were soft now, merely watching her figure instead of staring at her sunset orbs. Taking in her every curve and edge. As the great breeze flew by them both, patches of black hue would sail from his body, dust would flutter from him and the thick hue sticking to his masculine self would wave and flick within the heavy gusts. She was more than a vision at that moment.

As he neared her he allowed his cheek to barely touched her own, golden bull ring barely touching the fine feathers of her ears, his voice hardly above a whisper as he spoke to her quietly. "Alone with you." His deep vocals curled from his throat into tempting tones. His nose pushing forward to gently nuzzle at the dove's ear slowly, his tense figure towering beside her in width and in height. Golden optics would close for a moment, and for the first time in forever, nothing would capture his attention in the darkness, nothing but Venus. Another breeze would capture them, and in the distance his aud would flick briefly, capturing the sound of a distant thunderstorm, flashing light and quiet thunder rolling over the heavens. He continued to gently nuzzle at the dove's ear, hardly breaking the ebony hue that so neatly gave off her sweet scent. Shadows and light pouring over them both.