Dark Love

A bit of desperation suddenly flooded him, a tugging need that he had not felt in so long. He'd been punished by the gods for failing them, he was certain, and thus they had deprived him of a certain something that he was unused to going so long without. And although he had not won his battle against the silver-furred bitch -- as he so nicely referred to her as, in his mind -- he knew he had done right by his gods and his family, even sacrificing a piece of himself for them. They had rewarded him, oh yes they had... the warmth of the female before him, pressed so briefly against his nose, was proof of that.

Slowly he backed away and stood to examine her. She was significantly larger than himself and he found himself grinning, a gentle chuckle slipping from his parted lips. "I like the shadows," came his teasing voice, tainted with a bit of playfulness that couldn't be ignored. "My name is Kaprasíus. And what does this shadow call herself?" His eyes had begun to adjust more fully to the darkness but he couldn't quite make her out perfectly, despite the relatively close distance at which they stood. His head lowered, eying her still with burning curiosity that he didn't bother to hide.