Like a feather on the sands. {Aldoro}

The loss of his wife had been an extremely hard event to push through. For years, it had seemed, Aldoro had dealt with the pains of having illusions of her ghost following him around. Dreams of her visiting him, with his pups in which she was pregnant with when she was killed. She had gone missing, at first, causing the man to search for her everywhere. But then, once she got back, he found her body shredded in the forest. What a cruel world, he would remind himself. He had tried to seek the murderer out, but she seemed to be gone or missing. It made him even more depressed and empty. He had always wanted to murder himself, drown himself. And in the process, he had constantly joined and left packs. Abandoned his duties, abandoned his sanity. Allowing himself to grow perverted and cruel. Currently, things were slowly melding themselves together again. But being here with Cygnet...made him feel more normal and sane then ever. He had a warm feeling bubbling in his chest every time he looked at her, even though those times were only short ones. And only now did he realize how much he had really missed her, through all those agonizing years.

She shuffled in closer and held herself in his embrace, burying her nose into his dark fur. Finally. Aldoro breathed out a quiet sigh of relief, and instantly accepted her loving touch. He nuzzled into her snowy white fur and breathed in her own aroma, allowing a smile to blossom across his inky black lips. "Aldoro." As weird as it have may seemed, Aldoro quickly noted she had not added, "monsieur," to his name. It made him smile even wider, his eyes beaming with joy. He drew his pink tongue along her ears and even added in a few gentle nips. They acted like...they had known each other for so long. He was definitely surprised that she had no problem with all this touching and affection he was offering her.

"Cygnet." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath spilling from his lips as he continued to offer her sweet nothings. Usually, back then when he was three and four, he'd hang around woman who obviously had sexual interests in him. He'd always take advantage of them...but, he had never shown this much true affection toward them. It was practically a, "hit and run" process. It kept filling his mind...this one was different. This one wasn't like all those horny woman. He treated her with more...affection. If he really was only interested in sex, he wouldn't be smothering her in kisses. "I've missed you so much." He said simply, taking a break to stuff his obsidian-hued nose into her soft fur. "You don't know how much you mean to me." The man finally said, eyelids rolling over his mismatched gems.