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She seems nervous about asking me and I can only smile with amusement. I don't know why Isola would be nervous about asking me anything but I know she knows that I could never say no to her. I love her above all else, all others. She is my one and only, my mate, my world, my queen. I plan to be great but not for myself. I want to be great for her. I want to be worthy of this angel at my side. I want her to be proud of the wolf I have become, not burdened by me. I would never want to hold her back. I want her to be great just as much as she wants to be great. I don't even care if my name is remembered. I just want to make Isola the best queen in the history in Moladian. Her happiness is my goal. Just to hear her name whispered on the lips of all wolves in Moladian would be my greatest dream. I want her to be worshipped for the goddess she is to me. She wants children then children she will have. Our children will be beautiful and strong, the greatest mixture of their parents. They will be the children of a goddess. My father did not keep it secret that he'd never liked children. He thought of them as pests to be extinguished but when he found Kiska, he knew it was what he wanted and then he found out that having children wasn't so bad. I know that he's proud of us for growing up like we have. He's proud of the children he had with Natalya and he's proud of the lastest twins from Kiska's womb, though he still grieves inside for the ones who didn't make it. I hear that I had a baby sister, a premie named Valentina, but she was too fragile to make it. At least I have two twins sisters to tease while they grow up. I've never even heard of twins in Moladian. She laughs at my words, forever light when I compliment her beauty. I know that I am spoiling her with such words but in my opinion she deserves every bit of spoiling I can give her. She grows unhappy at my teasing though, turning it around on me. I stop, feinting disbelief as I put on my saddest expression. You maim me with your words, love. I don't mind the wrinkles but I thought you would always be there to rub them smooth with your affection. Am I to believe that you will simply trade me in for a newer model? I arch a brow up, genuine curiosity hidden behind the fake hurt. I do fear her leaving me for I would never think of leaving her. She grins, a beautiful grin as she walks, running ehr tail along my side. When I smirk at her, she looks thoughtful and I can only wonder where her mind is going as we continue walking. We continue touching each other, leaning into the other's caresses, a usual thing for us now. Even two years later, we're still in the honeymoon stage, wanting to touch and talk and enjoy each other's company. I could never get enough of her. She hesitates before bringing up the subject of cubs but she is excited by my answer, spinning and twirling as she'd done when we were pups ourselves. I grin at her antics, enjoying the look of her so happy. She will be a wonderful mother and I intend to tell her as much every day when she has them. She leans in, licking my cheek and I smile at her words. But she has one more question. I arch a brow up and give her my full attention, eyes alert and interested. When she's finished with her question, I simply stare in shock, eyes wide and I feel like I might start twitching at any second. Is she serious? She couldn't be serious right? She remains completely calm and I feel like I'm in a comatose state, unable to move, unable to speak. Finally she adds on the last comment and laughs, looking at me daringly before taking off. Only now do I unfreeze, my lips slowly twisting into a playful frown as my eyes flash. Why, you gorgeous trickster, you! How dare you play with my emotions like that! I'll get you for that! Come here! I take off after her, knowing that as long as she is pushing herself, I will never catch her. She is fast where I am strong. I finally reach her where she sits, pretty as ever sitting on a log. I stop before her, eyes glinting with awe at the sight. She doesn't know how truly marvelous she looks sitting up above on the log, how natural it seems for her to be on such a pedestal. She speaks before I can say anything though, teasing me about being slow before she says that we need to talk serious again. She speaks of the three packs and I wait patiently for her to come down so we can walk. I smile. Okay, well the cave is out first. I don't wish to live in a place so dark and I don't think you do either. The river sounds tempting but the ravine reminds me of home. Paracon was a ravine pack and Trenus was a plateau pack. Doesn't that make it the best of both our worlds? Tell me, dearest, what do you think? Which would you like to call home? Because my home is wherever you are. Kane_male_no imprint_mate to Isola_son of Kiska, Devil May Cry, & Abraxus_king of nowhere_five years old |