A new beginning
06-11-2013, 03:54 PM
In a mere matter of minutes, everything had changed. Gerhardt had accepted her proposal with open paws, despite a justified amount of teasing, and she had watch Maverick's heart mend itself as she gave him the news. Those green eyes that she adored so strongly seemed to brighten as he looked at her, his entire demeanor changing. He was much more like the male she remembered meeting at the ravine, the one she'd fallen in love with -- rather than the one she'd seen last. But he had even changed over the span of a season, growing considerably. And she she leaned into him, breathing his scent deeply, she realized that her feelings were considerably more carnal, more animalistic than she remembered. And yet she was able to contain herself, despite the passion that seemed to flow through her very skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Couldn't stand me in the paws of someone else?" He teased, and she couldn't help but smirk right back at him as they broke their embrace. Her blue eyes danced over him, noting the muscles that lined his legs and back were more defined than she remembered. "Exactly," she said after a moment, somewhat breathlessly. But she quickly regained herself, but wanting him to notice her fawning over too dramatically. Jaws unhinged, a soft gasp escaping her throat, as he returned those three simple words -- I love you. Time felt as if it was moving both quickly and slowly at the same time; Epiphron craned her neck to embrace him quickly again, wanting more, but knowing there was no longer any rush. Soon, they could enjoy one another whenever -- wherever. There would be no need for secrecy. No, they would be expected to be together, to show their love somewhat openly. What would be better for the pack than to see the former Valhallan so enraptured and dedicated to Seracia's future King? It would be wonderful for them all, ensuring the alliance between the two packs was not fickle, but something long-lasting and extremely valuable. Quite unlike the peace treaty they had with Tortuga. No -- Epiphron knew it was much more than that. She would die for her Valhallans, and for Maverick's family, though she hadn't met many of them yet. "I would be honored," she said, bowing her head ever so slightly. Briefly she shifted from one paw to the other, feeling the fresh snow crunch between her toes. Behind her frame, her tail danced back and forth, signifying the purity of the joy she felt, that flowed from her very soul. There was no use hiding it; she'd never felt quite so satisfied, so happy in her entire life. |
