And all I need, is you
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The fae looked up; right into the male’s eyes, as if to say, “Why?”. She shook her head, sadly. Standing up, she had the appearance of a regular young adult. A crème pelt, white underfur. But what made her different was the mark on her left ear, one that loosely resembled a dragon’s maw pointing upwards. Duhemu sighed. “What do you want?”. The hard stone of the cave floor hurt her paws. The moist atmosphere dampened her senses, and made it smell musty and old. The rough walls of the large, expansive cave were old and worn. Any wolf could tell, just by the look of it. There was a small, uncertain, feeble light pouring in from the entrance of the cave. The femme sighed once more, before sitting in front of the larger male.
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'