Gazmala
A little static jolt tickled through her as Dirge shifted so that their noses touched once more and Gazmala’s ear twitched. Something in him seemed to settle a bit and she couldn’t help the swelling of feminine pride that she could bank the raging flames just as easily as she could stir them up. Though as he vowed to kill the wolf who had soiled her in his eyes, she let out an indelicate snort and licked his chin. Blackthorne had disappeared one night, not too long after Aurus had been disposed of; as far as she knew, the wolf was dead, taken by an assassin and fed to the gators of Iromar. But if he were alive and were to return, it was amusing to think that Dirge would go after him. She wasn’t sure if it was a pride thing or if he thought he would be avenging her, but she didn’t particularly care either. She liked that ruthlessness.
While Dirge was coming to the realization that their bond was well and truly formed and she had become his soul, Gazmala wasn’t nearly as affected. Though she wasn’t not entirely aware of it, there was a portion of herself that had been walled off and locked up tight to allow for survival. Her willingness to depend and rely on others had been all but exterminated before she’d turned two. To that effect, her subconscious fought a deeper bond on her part, deeming it a danger based on past experiences. Oh, she felt the physical responses and sensations but her mind was waging war against fully sinking into the bond that wanted to form between psyches.
Paws bent at the wrist and legs tucked up against her chest, Gaz peered up at Dirge as he let out a huff, eyes darting after the curling cloud as it danced away on a breeze before returning once more to his golden-helmed visage.
Oooh, story time! Wait...things? A brow arched above acidic eyes as she started, waiting for him to elaborate. Things was hardly an adequate excuse for leaving someone of her caliber without word. When he finally opened his mouth to explain, Gazmala’s dark ears perked forward and her head lifted slightly, eyes fixed on his with a hint of excitement shining within.
”War monger…” It was little more than a breathy whisper and her tail thudded against the ground a single time.
And here she’d thought her imprint was an impossibly grumpy stick in the mud! Meanwhile he was galavanting around creating chaos and destruction as if it were nothing! Not that she hadn’t gotten up to her own chaos spreading. She’d never started a war; nearly but not quite and found she was slightly jealous of Dirge for his freedom. Her games were played in the mind and with politics, gratifying but not nearly as satisfying as outright aggression. Still, she was not built for such things and was more than content to prod and nudge others toward aggression in her stead. In a way Dirge did the same, but through killing.
”Well isn’t that sweet of you.” She practically purred, tail twitching as he lowered his head and slid his muzzle against hers, a subtle scent marking that she allowed because it amused her. As his nose sunk into the fur at her throat, Gazmala flicked her tongue at his ear, licked the edge of it and what bits of his face and neck she could get to. If he was truly going to stick around, this was going to be a long winter of denying her baser instincts. Even now, all she wanted to do was engage in a game of chase which would end with him catching her and claiming her. The only thing that kept her from giving in was the memory of birthing her pups. The brief pleasure of the chase and consummation followed by pain, weakness, aggravation and disappointment. It was going to take a little more than hormones to get her to willingly go through that again. But who said they couldn’t play a bit? Dirge probably wouldn’t like it but most of the fun was in the chase, anyway.
Scream for Me!