“oh…”

The word falls into his ears like a soft blanket on a heated ground. Her voice, the intoxicating simplicity of it breaks into his mind and cradles his maddening thoughts like a mother would a stillborn. Fingers trail along his spine and he seems to tremble at the invisible touch. For how long has the ghoul been so still, so silent? His thick bodice remains rigid, breath so slow and deep it seems as if he is hardly breathing at all. His crimson hues have yet to leave the diseased creation and he wonders perhaps if there was some sort of spell on it. Perhaps, for the first time in such a long time, the monster was sick as well?

But with what?
What was this disease that plagued his entire being, his soul?

There is a clenching inside and a break, as if the spell that constricted him like a snake began to simply caress him, purring along the outer linings of his inner being and cooing to him. look, look. the winds speak to him from the inside, words falling out of his ears instead of into his words. Her word maintains hold on his mind, replaying over and over.

And then, gul does it.

Slowly, he turns his head, those intense bleeding orbs fixating upon her with a cool fire inside them. His scarred face a mask though his mind races, her cradling lyric twisting within and contorting to fight against the creature inside. She is winning, her mere ‘oh’ enough to consume the demons that lurk within and cause a sense of...what is that… peace? He has yet to feel such a feeling and he craves for more, so much more. there she is…” the lingering winds say to him, and his head rises, paw taking a step in her direction but hesitating.

Hesitating? The gul never hesitates. What the hell is this?

“go...go…” he obeys, massive frame pushing towards her without his own knowledge of what exactly was going on. His legs move without his permission and before too long there he is, standing before her and gazing at her face. Strange, his eyes do not wander to slide upon her frame, though delightful as it might be, it was her face that drew his attention and captivated him. Violet gaze holding secrets that bring a brief snarl to his aging features. He wants to know,all of it. Tell him. These secrets are his. She is… his?

The growl comes slow, quiet before building into a satisfying rumble. It reverberates around the area, reaching ears that didn’t even know they were listening. It is a claim though he has no right to do such a thing. But there he stands, his chest hairs brushing along her own, heat radiating off of his body, eyes bearing into her soul, unmoving, unwavering, intent.

“you..”