I watch her as a dying man watches his last mirage, reading her every signal, trying to decipher the meaning behind every twitch of her muscle. Her ears prick forward at my voice and hope flows through my veins to see a more positive reaction than I expected or deserved. He eyes grow soft, more like the eyes I recognize from so long ago, like the eyes I lost myself in that first night under a starry sky in a field just like this one. She speaks to me and her words are like an answered prayer to my worst nightmare. I inhale sharply in relief, my eyes widening a little as I try to accept it. She's really here. She's not an illusion. Will she go away again? Will I have to hunt her down again? Cause I swear I will hunt her to the ends of the earth if I have to. I cannot live without her. I have thought about Moladian and it's curse of imprinting. I remember the sharp tug I felt toward Kyou from the moment I set eyes on her and the thought burns like a cigarette in my heart now, thinking of my soul being ripped away from the one my heart will always desire. How can fate be so cruel? I have been lucky so far in my return to Moladian. I have yet to set eyes on a female that draws my gaze for more than a second or two. There's been only thoughts of her, the white angel before me now. When I stand, I expect her to waver, perhaps to recoil from me in anger of my leaving her first. Instead I'm coaxed forward by her relaxed stance, her accepting figure as she wags her tail in welcome like I'm coming home. And in a way, I am. Home is wherever she is. I reach out to touch her, to inhale her sweet perfume and I shudder with pleasure when I feel her reciprocating the action, her own cold wet nose pressing into my fur at my neck to lick my skin. I close my eyes briefly, a soft groan escaping my lips at the tingle beneath my skin, the sensations of longing coursing through my veins like a disease. It doesn't help that it's winter and my hormones are raging like a love sick teenager. I have yet to touch her like that and I vow that I never will until she wants me to. I could never think to ruin her perfection by taking her purity. I open my eyes when she starts speaking, her voice trailing off at first like she's trying to place her words carefully. I hear her take a whiff of my cologne, before she finishes what she was trying to say and it's like twisting a knife in my heart to hear the pain intermingled in her voice. She goes on to tell me that it can never happen again and my voice is a soft murmur of agreement. "I won't, Rose. I won't leave." And this time there's no reason for me to doubt that. Godric, my last anchor to this earth, the last wolf that I would lay down my life for, is dead and gone. Now the only reason I live, the only reason I breathe, is the wolf standing beside me now. She's my sole reason for existing now. She steps back, surveying me like it's the last time and I watch her intently, icy blue eyes staring into her own, waiting for her reaction. I stand as still as a statue though my skin ripples with the displeasure of not being able to touch her anymore. I have the urge to step to her, close in the gap that she's created and bury myself in her fur, never to emerge again. After what feels like forever, I feel the beginnings of a tender smile tugging at my lips, a wry gleam in my eyes as I tilt my head a little. "I've missed you. Do you have a place to stay for the night?" This is my way of saying I'd like to find a nice cozy place and curl up with her so that we can touch and reconnect. The moon is rising and the stars are out, calling me back to that time years ago when I first found her. I know that touching her will only awaken the urges of the season but I can fight them off, as long as I have her beside me. I feel like I can fight off anything as long as I have her. |
əric
so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood