All I see in his eyes is cold fury as I speak the words he never wants to hear, to admit that I will hide from him in winter. I blame it on winter, though I am not quite sure why winter would cause me to become with child, I did not even really know with Anastasia, but this is the season I want him closest to me. I want him close always, but in winter...it is a pull almost too strong to deny with him. Others also have this pull and Moladion becomes a vile scented arena of hormonal females and driven males. I think maybe this is why Anastasia came, to teach me of this, to warn me. Even though I stand with my head raised in pride, his shouts make my ears lay flat to my skull. Fear makes my heart patter against my breast, but instead of staying my motions, it drives me forward.

I have stoked his anger to the point his tail shakes with it over his rump, and while he is wondrously handsome in this moment, I must prove my own point. The horror comes later, after the burning clash of bone striking bone, after words whispered into the very ear I grasp between my teeth. In the heat of the moment, I wanted nothing more than to have him beneath me, to have him understand we are equal and I have wants and needs and dreams as well. But, as I knew it would, this never happened.

Instantly, I regret my actions, I have scarred him far worse than I ever wanted to and a cold horror fills my heart and my soul as I feel the blow I gave him as surely as if it was my own. I release him before the ear is completely torn away, tasting the sweet heat of his blood in my mouth. I never meant to hurt him like that, I was angry, hurt, and so I let him feel it, I let him know, but I never wanted to mar his handsome face. Like a slap to the face, Adonis shakes his head, and some of the blood from his ear strikes my muzzle. I stand staring at him, even as he snaps and backs away, his fangs finding my eye. I feel his teeth, but I do not flinch away, no, I deserve this pain coming to me. My eyes shut tightly over my pain as I take it, his fangs sliding over the skin of my brow and cheek, gouging in a deep rivet of skin, the pain making my screams sound like roars as I finally feel the walls of my will break. I tear myself away, bearing a long and deep cut over my brow, cheek and eye lid - though miraculously it missed my eye all together. Blood pours over my eye and down my face, tears coming up red with blood as I too shake my head.

His words wash over my ears, and with one eye closed, I see him as he must see me. I have ruined his ear, and he has given me a very visible scar upon my face. I see all of the hurt and devastation I have caused in him, to have him lower his head. Emotions that match his fill my eyes, though instead of letting rage fill my features, I only have a profound sadness in mine. Still, I speak, still I continue even though it is visibly scarring the both of us. Why? For what?

It is his next words, the very last syllables cut me to the core. But, actions speak louder than words.

I have hurt him to the point he must flee before me, I have angered him so that he must take it out on another being rather than me. Tomorrow, I will see the mess he leaves behind and know that he loves me enough to make it some other creature. But, the pain, the pain seeing him take such a course and know it is all my fault, for wanting to see what we could make together.

"ADONIS!" I howl in my pain, in my rage, I scream out the sweet syllables of his name. I let the horrifying notes of a woman hurt and angry drag on until I have no breath to scream his name with. He runs, I scream in his wake, and each step I watch him take as I sit there and slowly feel myself break. My legs buckle under the weight of watching him go, wanting to chase him but unable to pull myself out from the weight of my breaking heart. Only he can do this to me, reach into my chest and crush my heart in his jaws. Every sadness rushes to the surface and I am left bereft and grieving for the one I lost and the ones I will never have, and now my love is fleeing from me. Why can I not just hold my tongue?