A long moment lingers between us as my recognition of the beast before me digs ever deeper into my subconscious, dragging me back into a time in which I had nearly forgotten entirely, and forcing upon me the raw furor that had overtaken upon our first rendezvous. He was a creature of primal nature that called to my damaged soul, bits and pieces of him slowly taking over where Oblivion had abandoned long ago.

Reality snaps back into its place as the monster quivers and my striated eyes refocus on him now while awareness overwhelms him. His ears slide back upon his crown and the glint of fang beneath blood marred lips causes a shiver of excitement to slither down my spine, provoking my black hackles into an all out display. The moment that those pair of piercing blues meet with my own is when I am aware that recognition has taken hold of him as well. How can it be possible for him to forget? After all, I had shown him how it was to dance with a demonic soul upon those frozen plains.

A soft, wicked laugh is expelled from my lips as he speaks a singular word, his tone telling all that his lack of explanation did not. He rises from his bed of cruor then as he advances toward me, his breath hot against the flesh upon my muzzle when he is near enough. "What am I doing here?" Another laugh follows the repeat of his question. "Why, my dear, only searching for you." They are words breathed so sensually that it cannot be determined if I am simply leading him on or if I am truly enraptured in the moment as his thick, masculine scent now envelops my very being.

I shake myself slightly before him, the drops of lupine blood flinging from my own blue-gray pelt onto his own figure. "Don't you want a taste?" It is whispered as my jaws reach toward him to slide along his jawline and trailing to his upper lip, smearing what remnants of the victim's blood remained onto him. I was well aware of what game I was playing and I also knew that look deep set into his eyes, that he had missed some part of me in my absence.

Like a fly to a widow's web.

for malikye // mistress of the wood // goddess of scourge // bound by none