so famously undone
…darkness…growls…blood…
There was a sharp scream that echoed throughout the night, and rang through the trees in which the demons hid. Somewhere beneath the bushes laid a trail of dark red, and led to a white form as pure as snow. It laid immobile, and stained with a scarlet so bright you’d be blinded. There was so much… too much, in fact.
The female could be mistaken for a ruby in the dark, so precious and alluring, and deceiving to wandering eyes… However Alleria was not a gem in the dark, nor was she precious and alluring. She was a hunter, a warrior, and regalia to those high enough on the ranks. And here she was, covered in her own cold blood, without a sound in the air but her own scream that died off with each passing second.
Why did she leave? Why didn’t she turn around?
Despite the pain that consumed her soul and body, there was a smile upon her lips. One without amusement as a single stream of tears slid down into the earth beneath her head.
“I should’ve returned to him. I should’ve said something… but I didn’t. Why didn’t I say something…?” she breathed.
Alleria could only stare out into the mocking smile of the crescent moon. She wished for an Angel of some sorts, perhaps the Devil, to save her from this torture.
Oh, but how could she wish for a lifeline, when she had one just a few days ago? Her beloved Serris… Oh, he was her Angel. He was her Devil.
“He was my sweetest kryptonite,” she said softly, “my most seductive temptation.”
And as the demons of her mind finally consumed her, the darkness of the night caressed her to sleep with that last regret.
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Without hesitation a tremor shook throughout her limbs, and set a fire in her nerves that vibrated her being. It was him.
Bolting up with a newfound strength, Alleria rose to a shaky stand and watched as a black blur raced into the fray of his home. The femme was distantly aware of another challenging his throne and his title as Alpha, and the woman would follow. She would follow her King into Hell if he only glanced her way. She would tell him she begged for his courting, and would gladly open her heart to his wickedness.
And through the pain of her wounds, and the throbbing of her womanhood, she marched on with trembling paws. Alleria followed the river and let it wash away any evidence of her misfortune, before finally setting a single step onto the land of Munashii Gekko.
A shaky breath fell from her parted lips as she took in the pure masculinity of the ebony King. His most delicious body beckoned her from the shadows of her heart, and called her home. Yes, wherever he was, she would be there by his side. She would be home so long as he was with her to fight off her demons.