My whole world has turned upside down and I don't know how to right it again. I cannot think or sleep or eat without thoughts of Ailith. She belongs in Spirane but do I belong there? I'm not so sure. My soul aches for her and it would go to a place of unicorns and rainbows if only to be close to her but my feral heart wants more. I want more. If not Spirane then am I destined to be packless? No other pack calls to me. There was a time when I entertained the notion of Iromar. Its wolves have the same tastes but I do not belong there. They are too closed off, seeing only in black and red and since I stand out in white, te puzzles pieces just can't match up. I am out of place and a ghost all my own.
But when her call reaches my ears, I can't help but feel drawn to its embrace. It has been too long since I've seen or talked to Purge. She's challenged for Diveen and Spirane time and again since our meeting and each time I stood by to wait for what would come, she would only get thrown back into the open. She never held her throne for long but damn, did she know how to look good fighting for it. She's a determined thing and power can hold such control over you if you let it. I know she craves it but now it seems she's looking for other ways to hold it. Call it curiosity but I've got to get in on this one and see what she's got in that pretty little head of hers.
I've heard her name whispered with another though I can't think for the life of me whose name it was. All I know is she's no longer calling herself lonely but that's never stopped me before. I should be calling it quits and settling down with my imprint but my Viking spirit just won't let well enough alone. I can't just call it quits, not unless my blood is on the ground and my lungs are empty.
I arrive on the scene, the first, it would seem. Blazing blue eyes find the white and black female, giving her a subtle dip of my head, eyes challenging her to recognize me, the white vampire she used to stalk on his hunts.
"Purge...it's been too long."
I murmur softly as I take a seat, ears pricking forward patiently.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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