She was like a ghost to him in may ways. A thing you can sense without it really being there. Sometimes, it feels like he is imagining it. That she touches him when it is merely the wind, and calls to him when it merely the sound of earth. He found her face in the shadows and her eyes in the stars. He saw here everywhere and yet she was no where. She was within everything, and she following him within every living being on the earth. He could never escape her, perhaps only in death, but even still, he knew he would not escape her then. She had trapped him, stolen his soul. It was like his soul was a game to the fates, and this woman was vastly different from any he met.

But he would adapt for her. He would morph and change, for that is the nature of the situation. He would forever be Yojimbo, the watcher of stars, the wolf who called to Trenus to leave Moladion before the sky fell. He would forever be this wolf, and yet he is a wolf changed by the whims of his soul.

Her scent is sweet as it grows stronger. He could swear that he felt the vibrations of her steps connecting them in stone. It was as if the stone was speaking to he through touch. He attempted to listen to each step through how it felt, his toes curling slightly until he felt the slight variation in the air that told him her very breath was near. He inhaled sharply, giving slight bite to his lips. It was torture being so close and yet so far, a soul only wishing to be whole again. For a long time he has gone alone. Yet he is never alone, the stars are always with him, singing him the stories of Vera, shining her eyes down upon him despite the land between them. He still wished to feel her fur against his, to intertwine and slumber peacefully for even just one night.

Her voice makes the hairs inside his ears tingle, his fur of chocolate and black to straighten a bit as he listens to her smooth tones. She certainly has a voice that is quite pleasing to the ears. His eyes search and match blue upon blue, and she is a version darker than he in every way. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue, like sapphires while his echoed the call of the sky at high noon. His fur was touched with the lighter tones of chocolate here and there, while she is black like a moonless night. Yes, he had missed his soul even if he had only caught sight of her a few times...but it was quite apparent she had missed her soul as her muzzle comes to touch his. It is like a burst of pleasure that shoots through his spine. He can feel each muscle inside of him, the energy of her very being radiating into his own. He gives a slight lean into her touch, the silver the lines his eyes catching the slightest bit of light.

"One, can never forget. You are, forever in the sky, in the rain that gathers upon earth," he whispers. It is a simple truth for him. The first moment he saw her was in water, and forever was her blue eyes connected to the liquid. He drank her every day, and yet, it is only now where he could get a real taste.

"Why is it, that you call" he inquires, moving his muzzle down along to her neck, inhaling her scent as if she was life itself. He knew she had her reasons, her purpose in this life and her purpose for him being here- but what would it be?