Much had faded away in memory with the winds that bite away at the sames of time. The memories of the past seem so distant and out of touch, like a dream from many months ago. Sure, she still remembers it, but was it real? Was that ever reality? Or did her life begin simply on that rainy day in the caves? She could never really know anymore. She had to live in the moment, and live like she was supposed to live as demanded by the one and the only Shade.

She was unaware of the fact that her family of dreams had sought her out and wished to bring her back to their reality. At this point, it did not even cross her mind...not really, other than her dreams when she would see the worried eyes of her mother and the concerned face of her father, and catch shadows of her brothers that she never really sees all of, just barely missing them before they turn into a blur and her dream fades to nothing.

Her rainbow eyes open as she lays still in the den. She does not move, sees no need, as he stands tall above her. She was used to the way that he looked at her. It had grown to be a normal and natural thing. She had grown not to question it. It was almost comforting at this point to have someone look at her this way, and he was fierce in protecting her. Yes, she had grown to think it was a nice thing to have. She blinks in a manner tired as he then lowers his head to her neck. She feels the subtle movements of his breath upon her, her fur reacting with a slight ruffle and shiver in reaction. She lifts her dark muzzle off the ground slowly, ear maneuvering so she could see as his rubs his muzzle into her neck and then opens his jaws.

There was not a lot of neck to her, as she was a rather tall and lithe figure, but she did have nice long fur. She felt his teeth grab hold, and his grip was firm. She did not mind it at first, there was no intention of death upon those fangs, the Shade would have told her if she was to be next- but she was not to be, not now, and not to be in the near future. She was relatively calm, her neck at first not tensing until her body naturally reacted to the increasing tightness of her grip.

Once he puts too much pressure and she feels her skin breaking, she cannot help but let out a very soft yelp. How own dark jaws open as her head twists in an attempt for her muzzle to gently - very gently, like a butterfly upon a flower, nip at his nose in protest. If he wished this to be, then it was to be, and the pain will fade to a light touch of pleasure in a strange connection of the two that had been developing over time. The initial pain was always surprising- but then it always started to morph into something else. Her muzzle leaves him, rainbow eyes connected so lips part into a half smug grin. She knows not what he really wants, at least not the extent of it, but his yes...his eyes always seem to tell her.