greetings Axel… my name is Pandora. Axel’s dead heart suddenly pounded to life, his ribs felt as if they were crunching against the strength that came from the hesitation that proceeded. There was no doubt about it. The pain was so excrutiating that the maned wolf nearly winced visibly, covering it up by repositioning himself. What the hell was that? His emerald optics looked back at her, intruiged by her words and their effect that they had had on his dark organ. Pandora… what a pretty name. This smile on his palette was a true smile. Something that hardly ever came upon the demon’s palette. Does love come at first sight? Or was it just lust that was reverberating around inside of him? No, that couldn’t be it. Lust felt different. This was most definitely NOT lust. Was it because she was of the same breed as he, unlike Nightcore, Earthen Fairy or Nix… or anyone else whom he had ever charmed? Even she had not been a full blooded maned wolf. She had been half, much like many of Axel’s offspring. Emerald portals swiveled to the left, leaving him speechless. SPEECHLESS. For the love of whoever ran this godforsaken world, Axel had NEVER in his life been SPEECHLESS except for the second year of his life of which his love betrayed him and painted his metaphorical wings a charred ebony instead of their previous pale color. The triangles underneath his optics rose as his words slipped from his tongue again, no thought having gone into them, just raw emotion that had not been released in three years. Shy, almost… as if he were a youngster with his first love standing right in front of him. He sure felt that way.
Before I tread into deeper water, I would be privileged if you would answer a question for me. His audettes dipped against his crown for a moment or two, afraid that he had sounded too dominant for his position. He was in the free lands right now. He was no King, and he was no person of interest that younger and more optimistic brutes and valkyries might find interest in challenging for his packlands. Do you have a partner? A bullet tore through his chest, constricting his breath. Ebon pillars danced a few steps in place after he’d spoken. Something strange was happening to him. He’d promised himself to never let a femme have this kind of effect on him again… and yet here he was, engaged in a dangerous battle with a priestess of whom, although he could scent no male upon her or taste any younglings on the wind… he had ASKED her if she was taken by a different soldier. Not that it mattered if she said yes… Axel would certainly take her for his own either way. The Trojan War had also been started by a fight over the charms of a female. Axel knew now just why in the world those fools had been so… well… foolish. Then, anxiety hit him, following the bulletwound just as quickly as it had seared through him. What if she did not understand his question? What if he could not win her affections? What if- what if, what if?! He stopped himself right then and there. He was AXEL. King of Cold Summers and the King of Hearts. There was not a woman alive of which he could NOT win the affections of. And yet…for this one… he did not wish to be a trickster. He did not wish to grab her and pull her to the ground, embedding her with his seed.
No. It was now clear to the devil that this one would be different from the others. This one deserved to be given his presently dead affections. He could feel it in his stomach. One always can.
His black wings were meant for her.
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