my dear sweet�.

She had always made him so happy, he always looked forward to waking up to see her green hued figure, to breath in her intoxicating smell of decay and death, with the occasional hint of swamp [ not that he's gonna judge or anything;))] He had missed each day she had not been present, secretly hoping that once he had fallen asleep, he would wake up and her angular face would be hovering inches from his own. Though no longer would he have to hope, as of right now she was here, and he would treasure every moment she decided to stay. His heart would race rapidly against his chest, a smile touching his eyes though physically forms upon silken lips. " Dione!" He would coo, excitement building up in his voice reminding them they where still so young. She would bow before him and like a mirror; he would copy,ruffled tail curling like a huskies, though it wasn't quite as bushy as her own. He would chuckle at her comment, of course he had slayed every dragon there was to give this gift for her! " Pfft, of course! Though im sure on our next visit you'll bring me the dragons head!" Perhaps with each visit they can bring body parts, and eventually form their very own creature out of the parts. He, [and dione] had a rather weird imagination, if they had the chance- they would become cavemen. He would grin at the thought, often wondering how they would be as they grow old, often wondered if she would ever calm down, though he often liked her wicked ways.