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05-31-2013, 12:13 PM

Things were changing quickly. Kaien was dead, the white woman who had been queen was now nowhere to be seen and his beautiful wife was now ruling the pack that they had decided to call their own. It had been a day and night change, practically happening in the blink of an eye. It was unexpected and most definitely uncalled for, but perhaps that's what Tortuga needed. Demonio wasn't terribly involved in the politics of it all. His only concern was keeping his wife well and serving the now dead king. But since Desdemona took the throne, the ivory knight began to realize that perhaps things weren't as he'd always thought them to be.


And it was her smile, like the sun breaking through clouds that sent all other thoughts away. Right now, in this very moment, nothing that wasn't Desdemona mattered. She was his life, his everything and she was all he was going to ever need. A shudder ran the length of his body as she pressed her head against his throat, nuzzling his maw in the process as she rumbled with content. His own answering rumble vibrated through his chest, allowing his frame to press against hers, to just feel her. Everything was perfect. Her voice, her sweet melodic, angelic, heaven-created voice drifted into his ears, stealing his focus. Her voice was his favorite sound in the world and he would never, ever get tired of hearing it. Her nape wound tightly around his, embracing him, holding him to her. His own neck wrapped even tighter around hers, wishing he could mold her into himself and keep her there always, safe and sound. Alas, the spell was broken as his wife rose to retrieve their breakfast, her absence short-lived as she quickly returned to her spot, returning to her loving embrace.


Her hold on him did not loosen as she buried her face into his shoulder, her words muffled against his coat as she spoke. Morphine. Was that the white woman whom Kaien had shared the throne with? He untangled himself from her embrace, nuzzling her crown up so that he could look her in the eyes as she spoke. Would Morphine be the white woman Kaien had allowed to rule with him? He asked, already having a suspicion she was but needing confirmation.


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