I am your darkness, I am your desire, I am your nightmare wrapped up in fire
Those bloodied eyes continue to linger upon Sunset Wolf, a wolf Riven has come to…tolerate. She is used to her vists, has become accepting of her presence even if it is she is given to believe that the other is diseased in the mind. This only means indeed that Sunset Wolf is not for eating, no, she is for keeping, a treasured toy to be played with as her own jaws release her and the other licks against her muzzle in a submissive form that soothes Riven’s need to dominate all those whom will not come forward to lead. Sunset Wolf is a pleasing creature. For a moment her white tail waves in a rare gesture of good nature. She is comfortable in the presence of the other, willing to accept her entirely and has decided indeed that she I not to be consumed. No. She is a plaything to be kept, a comrade of sorts and an outlet for the childish behaviours the young wolfess still clings to in some regard. This new one, however, remains to be seen, head tilting in some effort to better perceive the toy she has been brought. She does not understand at all the mind of Phaedra, cannot perceive the thoughts of immortality that linger within her mind or the effect she holds over the other, intact since her visit to Diveen some months ago and the unfortunate effects of the mushroom that had seen the other fall under Riven’s unknowing spell.
In truth she could not be further from a ‘True Angel’, she knows nothing of such things, is born of another life and time, sired by the Truest Demon upon this earth and as such is perhaps the most unlikely to hold such a title, though she does nothing to dissuade it, she cannot, for she does not understand it, nor truly fathom why it is Sunset Wolf has brought her another whom smells as she, whom holds the odour of sun and field and Diveen. She is a meal perhaps, a meal to be shared between them and yet…..the other is not weak, the wolf of Golden Crown is not sickly or unhealthy and the the laws of nature will not allow her life to be taken, not until Riven is as Large Black and Large White, strong and powerful enough to demand such things. She must grow more still. Golden Crowns assurance that she is indeed, for her, sees her tail wave once more, a simple gesture of acceptance. Perhaps she is another plaything, a pretty thing to be kept and owned like Sunset Wolf, for it would seem within the daughter of Flare lies the possessiveness of Tobias. She desires to own, desires to control. The sudden sound of her calling onto the lip of the Golden Crown see her head tilt slightly before her features contort into a look of displeasure at this sound, one paw reaching up to bat at her muzzle in an effort to silence her words.
“No more.”
It is a simple command as Riven moves forward once more, head and tail high and stiff with postured dominance as the other moves to circle around her, Riven allowing this as the other returns to her front, demanding some sort of play. This request is met with a play bow of sorts on Riven’s part before the tall girl moves to come forward once more, pressing her muzzle into the side of Calliels neck, jaws parting suddenly and abruptly to bite down….just a taste, it would seem, just desires just a taste…..
RIVEN
2 Years || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |