Chael’s ears tilted forwards at her words when he was overcome with curiosity. Her words were cold, but passable either as an order or regret. Was she angry with him for leaving yesterday? No, it wasn’t that, at least he didn’t think so. It felt more like… a fact, with emotions behind it he couldn’t get to. It did not disturb him that he could not reach pass the wall she’d locked part of herself behind, for he knew it would take time and patience to reveal her. His intuition of her immediate desires was helpful, but she was still a stranger to him. He knew only four facts about her. One; she was his imprint. Two; she was female. Three; she was strong. Four; there was madness in her.
And since it was a fact, Chael didn’t respond to it. Only mentally, his brain said ‘yes’ and his soul snarled ‘no.’ Regardless of future intensions, though, he was comfortable cuddling her and unconsciously had decided that he’d spend the day with her, wherever she might lead him. His heart skipped a beat when her fangs brushed the tip of his nose. He was lucky he had recoiled when he had or else her fangs would have been buried into his muzzle. Her teeth were straight and sharp. They were perfect like pearls to match her jeweled eyes. However, Chael felt as if he had failed. He wanted her to be… happy, he supposed. Not that she had to be ever smiling, but so that she could feel alive. There was a terrible harshness that when with survival and he wished to lift the harshness just slightly. To relieve her of… well, whatever it was he though she needed relief from. Like he had concluded, he hardly knew her, and he wouldn’t presume to know the stresses that plagued her.
When she gave her permission for him to continue cleaning her shoulder, his tail waved and he set to work with new vigor. He closed his eyes with a happy grin on his face as his pink tongue wiped clean the dust and scab from the severe injury. He was gentle so that he wouldn’t hurt the black and silver tinted she-wolf. He might have been a little excessive in his cleaning, but he could hardly help himself. He enjoyed the feeling of her skin on his tongue and the silkiness of her fur on his whiskers. When he had gone over every millimeter of the wound, Chael briefly nuzzled the velvety fur behind one of her ears before he shifted positions and placed a paw over her shoulders. He nipped flirtatiously at her ear. He gazed at her with wide, playful eyes. A charming grin stretched across his features and his tail thumbed against her softly as it waved to show his pleasure at being with her. Chael couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt so uplifted or refreshed.
His worry about his duty to Iromar was far away and the stress of submission was absent. There was only her who he could not name, but could identify in a heartbeat by her lovely bodice, tantalizing aroma, and alluring eyes. Being allowed so close had his soul soaring. How was it that he had been allowed the honor of imprinting on such an astounding wolf? He had tried to force himself to think what had befallen him the other day as evil, but even if it truly were, he thanked the Fates for it. Whatever evil spell had been casted to attach their souls, he hoped it couldn’t be broken. He couldn’t think of a better fate than to be forever with her.
|