She does speak oddly but it only take me a moment or so to realize that she must be talking about herself. I wonder where she's from. Has she always talked like this? I've never heard another wolf in Moladian speak like that. When I tilt my head in puzzlement, she giggles and the sound is music to my ears. My ears prick forward instantly, delighted by the sound. My tail waves back and forth behind me, a gesture unheard of for so long. Who knew a simple sound could make me so happy? She smiles again and lights up my world, telling me that she is sorry. She says it is from her homeland and my brows lift in curiosity.
"May I ask where your homeland is?"
I can't help myself. I want to know everything about her. The sensations are flowing through my body like adrenaline. I feel like I'm on cloud nine. I know that getting closer to her will only heighten the feeling but I don't want to make her uncomfortable. We are technically strangers and yet I can't help the way I feel, like I would do anything for her and her in turn. I know that I would give my life without hesitation for her even without knowing her name. Imprinting....what a mystery of fate.
She smiles and her tail sways at my words. I try to find more things to speak about because I have no want for this conversation to end. I feel like I could talk to her forever. I don't even think about my hunger when she's near. It's like I'm full and could never hunger for anything other than her company. I inquire about her pack, eager to know where she lives. I know the smell of Iromar since I lived there for a short time in the past but she is not from there. I don't know much of the other packs in Diveen since I've always been more of a loner wolf. She names her pack Spirane and says it is in the mountains. She tells me about its current troubles, how there is a battle going on for the throne back to back. I scowl, unhappy to hear this news because it troubles Ailith. If it didn't, I could care less. I only care because this place is her home and she seems to enjoy it. She doesn't like to see it in turmoil so naturally, neither do I. Instantly, I start wondering what I can do to help. I tilt my head.
The name Purge sounds familiar. I believe I've come across this wolf before in the wild. The white wolf with the black across her face. She was a beauty but of course she cannot compare to Ailith. No one could.
"What do you think of Purge? Is she a good queen or do you wish for someone else to lead?"
These are important questions to me. I must know how she feels so that I can help her. I want to know how to fix these troubles she is having. She seems to have no problem opening up to me and I don't question this. Of course she can trust me. She could trust me with any secret and if she wishes, I would keep them from the world. She could always confide in me just as I know I can confide in her and yet...I am afraid of how she will react. How could she feel about someone like me if she truly knew me? She must know from my scent that I do not belong to a pack. I wonder if she will ask me to come to Spirane. Something tells me I would not say no. How could I? I could never deny her. Of this, I am sure.
When she moves closer, my skin quivers in anticipation. I know I want to feel her touch but she will have to be the one to reach out because I would never do anything to disrespect her. She pauses when we're so close I can practically breathe her in. At her soft voice, saying she wants to try something, I find myself offering a smile of reassurance, even though reassured is anything but what I feel. I am nervous, nervous that she will reject me. Nervous that she will find out about me and turn her back on me. I close my lips tightly and nod in answer, letting her know that she can do as she likes. I am at her disposal. I meet her gaze softly. The moment her head touches my chest, I inhale sharply, the jolt running through my body like wild fire. My soul seems to be dancing inside of me, complete at last and nothing could surpass this moment. Whatever could? I find myself breathing out slowly, savoring the moment even as I fold my head over hers protectively, embracing her. She will always have all of me.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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