My c o l d desire
to hear the boom, boom,
b o o m of your heart

As she waits, she was further calmed by his approach. He had no need to fear the other males that roamed Iromar or anywhere else for that matter. She was his, and his alone. Even the instinctual creature that had played upon her more feral characteristics--Tobias, held no sway over her heart. That was entirely Tesseract's. She could feel it's rhythm elevate, the rush of those feelings elevating it and causing her to catch her breath in effort to control it; certain that it would beat right out of her chest if she did not. He meets her with an affectionate gesture, and she leans into him as her own tail raises high over her back and moves quietly back and forth. He was the only one to see such a side of her. To most they saw a far more serious side of Caligula and in truth, there were only a few times that the night goddess was not the even keeled creature on the outside, and full of rage underneath. She leans into him, and she fights the smile that wants to erupt on her features. He won too easily sometimes and he could not do anything wrong in her eyes. He reads her easily and knew what went on her mind if only because they were two halves of a soul separated into two bodies.

It finally breaks though, as there was only so much she could hold back from her lover. A bright smile appears on her midnight features as he bids her to follow him. It was not often she got to watch the way his tail swayed with every step he took. He had a cute butt. Her smile grew wider at the thought. Her thoughts were changed then as he spoke again. He spoke of leaving Iromar, and she nodded softly. They would be forever repressed there, Baphomet and Ishtar ensuring that the children of the former Queen would not rise above their own. The mud that had once been between her paws and her legs that marked her as a Princess of Iromar now scorned her as a creature of the Demons. Gone was her notoriety, and gone was her position. They did not whisper her name as a daughter of Ruvindra, or as the muted creature of the night anymore. They hardly remembered who she was, who Tesseract was. This had stung. The mud on her legs and belly now marked her as a minion of Baphomet. She would not allow her line to be wiped away from the halls of fame. She would not allow the perfection of her bloodline to be submissive to a wolf that was not born from the loins of Moladion. Caligula could only do so much.

He says Baphomet's name and her lips wrinkle up into the silent growl that met so many when they displeased her. She nods, her mood sombering and her thoughts darkening. They could no longer live in the mists of Iromar. It was clear to her. She sighs softly, and presses into Tesseract. They needed to leave the nest that they had created to Demonic thieves. She wanted some place so different from their mists and swamp that it would be like a bad memory. She glances up at the trees that surrounded them. Somewhere like this would be suitable. Dry lands everywhere and not just the moorlands. She looks back towards her lover and smiles, licking his face. They needed to begin scouting. Probing. Were any of the existing packs weak? Was there room to establish a new one? She was sure that with his sweet tongue and her steady paw that finding and keeping new members would be easy enough. It was simply finding the land to establish themselves.