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Epiphron

Somnium

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
598

The Ooze Participant
06-08-2013, 08:39 PM



As much as Epiphron had painted herself a saint, as though she was giving up the world for her sister, for Valhalla, this was what she wanted. Briefly she wondered if she would've left her home to come to Seracia if it did not ensure her a ranked position -- if she hadn't known she would, eventually, be placed as Seracia's ruler -- but she was unwilling to dwell on this for too long. Perhaps she was vain, perhaps she was not as selfless as some wolves, but was it really so terrible that love did not always trump all? Were not prestige and family rather high up there, as well? Even still, around Maverick, she knew it was pointless to pretend that she'd done anything great, even if the wolves of Valhalla thought her noble for letting Chrysanthe rule in her place. Very simply put, the thought of life without Maverick was dangerously close to being unbearable.

It was all confirmed in that moment. He would not deny her; no, instead he held strong as she began to lean into him, feeling undeniably weak, overcome with joy and relief. "I can't believe it either," she said, breathless, speaking into his fur. He held her still, head wrapped around her neck, keeping her close. "And Maverick Tahir-Mathias will be my husband." Epiphron could not be more thrilled to show the male off to her family; she could only imagine the looks on the faces of the wolves of Valhalla when they witnessed the two together.

Maverick spoke again, saying his uncle would be happy. Gently she laughed, the sound brimming with relief. "I decided rather quickly, at the meeting... " she began, her tones soft. She relaxed at his touch, her nose burying into whatever fur she could find, inhaling his scent deeply, as though it was the last source of water in the midst of a drought. The passion she felt was unmatched -- why was her need for him so strong suddenly? For a long moment she pulled back and began to bathe his fur in kisses, lapping at whatever fur she could reach, her affection unconstrained and pure. "I could not bear to see my sister so unhappy. I could not envision life without you, Maverick. I love you."