I had him! I was truly back within the solid embrace of my brother, and I was utterly elated! No one could begin to imagine the level of joy that struck my soul the moment that coal black hide came into view, such a high level of joy has never before been experienced by another, of this I am certain. It hits me square in the chest when I finally pull back enough to see the full light of his gaze, anger and hurt mix with relief and a joy to match mine in his eye. When he speaks it is not with the pitch I expect of my brother, but with something deeper and far more...appealing. Despite his words a new glint slices through my own molten gaze, a gaze that lands evenly with his own even as the words he speaks cut me to the core.
"I didn't come back because I was lost. I always tried, I have been trying, but I couldn't find home."
I am sure he understands my use of home. Home is not Diveen, not the dusty canyons and plateaus of the pack land, it is and always will be with him. Where he wanders so shall you find me. With a soft breathy sigh of relief, I bury my nose deep into his pelt, right at his neck, my body relaxing completely over his even before I feel his legs begin to wrap around my bodice. He has never been gentle in his affection, something I hear most males are, and something that makes us all the more together. I do not require tender emotion, nor would I wish for a male who cannot make me feel as if he wants my soul to mesh back with his own. My voice comes in a husky and breathy growl as his legs wrap about my body and hold me to him, his embrace only making me relax more and more over him until I am all but limp in his legs. When his head presses down on mine I tilt my crown just so, moving my muzzle just at the junction of ear and neck, in a patch of grey. I lay my fangs into his skin, biting gently at first, but adding pressure all the while. My soft growls showing just what he does with his motions, my fangs only holding the skin and thick fur just behind his jaw. A small whimper escaping me as he releases the hold on my head, protesting the motion even as I lay my head against him. I do not see his tail move, but I do feel the wave of it as he displays his joy. He is not one for tail wagging, even in agitation, so to feel such a motion from him has my own banner of joy waving wildly back amd forth. That is until he speaks again, my tail stills as I tilt my head.
"So, I don't get a 'Hey, Ani, I missed you so much, don't ever get lost again...' I get 'You left me, and you smell bad'?"
He moves to roll and I move with him, rolling so he can have the position he wishes, staying pliable and responsive to each touch of his body against mine. His tounge through my coat gives me shivers, even without the gentle touch other females may long for. My eyes close with the pleasure of having him to keep me clean once again, I cannot do so perfect a job at it is he can. Only a few of the tangles and mats that he cuts out are painful, but I make no sign that he hurts me other than a slight tensing. Contentment finds me and my now clear mind tells me something new is happening to my brother and I.
The growl he issues holds a crystal clear meaning, the deeply possessive tones in the rumbling making every hair on my body puff out excitedly as I press closer to him. The world felt more real, my life more together, as if he was the one keeping me here. His words held more of the same possessiveness, that same want and need that I held for him. My ears cup forward as he prays my name, calls me his -though this was something I had already known.
"Yours, Doni...my Doni."
My own cords vibrate with a fierce possessive growl, my body moving to roll beneath his leg to press my back to his chest, head tossing back so I might kiss his lower jaw, tongue lingering a bit longer than it normally would as I watch the expressions flit across his face. My teeth click along the bone of his jawline, nipping and licking as I show him how happy he has made me this day.
"Always mine?"
I ask, my voice showing only a small fraction of questioning, silvery body scooting closer and closer to his. I want him to belong to no one else. They do not deserve him, I don't share, they are not his other half. I do, he is mine, I am his soul and heart, pride and joy. If I understand his meaning, he meams the same as I do. We are adults now, he should be mine and I should be his. It was meant to be, otherwise he wouldn't have shared his soul with me.
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