A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on February 16, 2019 at 06:37:08 AM by Diosa
a vexatious kiss
From afar the two wolves standing at odds looked to be like any normal pair of wolves, maybe on the younger side, but no one complained about their youth. They looked like two friends maybe more if one got a good enough look at their facial expressions, clearly wrought in some form of embarrassment and an innocent shyness. Something only afforded to the naïve adolescents who knew nothing about love and affection, compliments and sweet remarks. It was painted in a bright crimson flush across their necks and cheeks, the young lady’s highlighted and simultaneously hidden by the sanguine vibrancy of her eyes. Her gaze hardly able to hold his own, flickering ever so slightly to glimpse at the changes and growth he had undergone. The young brute was colored by the rainbow, so maybe it was just a natural hue amongst the unnatural ones. But they were not being observed by anyone other than each other, and to Diosa, she had merely meant to compliment how much he’d grown, but instead it had come out sounding like a slightly flirtatious remark. And poor Scamander seemed unable to form words and Diosa wouldn’t let him, because she continued to stumble over and over her thoughts and syllables, trying to get it all out. The good, the bad, and the awkward. While in the midst of spilling her intentions and apologies, she watched something akin to sorrow flicker across his façade. She hadn’t wanted to make him feel guilty or sad at her condition, but she would not lie to him about her life. Too much had gone wrong to keep inciting the wrath of fate, by testing her luck with lies. And more than that Scamander deserved the truth from her, for everything that had happened between them and whatever else he wanted to know. So much had happened between now and when she had last him. That much was evident. Her mind, heart and soul had all been broken at one point or another. The puzzle she had been slowly piecing together had been shattered on the ground, leaving her to pick up all the pieces and put it back together. And Scamander was a much larger part of it than she even knew. So when he moved in closer, she fought the instinctive urge to flinch away. Her body was rigid. All the muscles in her forelimbs, shoulders and nape seemed to intuitively contract and hold. Both of them shared in the fact that they did not maintain much physical contact with anyone. Scamander more than she, but still ashamed of her previous flight behavior she dropped his gaze. Turning away and revealing more than she had intended to, by doing so. In her position she was only aware of his presence by every sense other than sight. She could feel his heat radiating against her and soft inhale and exhale of breath. And with her vampiric heightened abilities she heard each beat of his heart. And in such proximity it was as if his own heart was being just beyond her own. In her tensed and anxious state, she did not anticipate his next move. A sudden collision of his cool nares against the soft, pink scars made her gasp, but beneath the skin a systemic heat inflamed her system. All the tenseness within her musculature evaporated and she seemed to melt under his touch. And though it lasted momentarily, Diosa wished it had gone on longer. But his question brought her back to a much harsher reality, one where she had almost lost her life for a cause she didn’t even know. A Tempest tried to rip out my jugular, but didn’t quite hit the mark. I don’t really remember much because I was blacking out… And though it was true it was partially because she did not want to remember to blood thirsty rage that had engulfed her, how weak she had been to fall prey to the retched evil demoness inside herself. She had fallen to a low as disgraced as Draven. Or so it felt to her. Diosa was pulled from her drowning thoughts by the heat of Scamander’s gaze and instinctively she turned to look at him. She could not hide the pain or sorrow in her gaze from those memories. They were fresh, still healing wounds that she fought against almost daily, but something in his words seemed to soothe the ache immediately. ”I’m not mad at you, It’s okay for what happened before. I can’t imagine what you’re going through all the time… I just want us to be…be friends. Or something. I don’t know, but I don’t want you to be scared to be around me.” A small smile lifted at her lips from his kind words, but more than that, Scamander seemed to pacify all of her troubles. A tingling sensation sprouted around her scars from where he had leaned into her. She felt confused by the sudden onset, but not overly concerned about it. Instead she was letting herself feel Scamander’s presence. I don’t feel scared anymore… She replied hesitantly, I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like I just know it’ll be okay. Like this is okay; being here together. Was this Scamander’s magic? An ability to induce calm serenity into a situation or whoever was around him. She had remembered how happy she’d naturally felt around him, but this was more soothing and relieving. He seemed to calm the raging storm with a single gaze and a few words. Diosa shook her head trying to clear the lull, I don’t understand how you have such an effect on me… Diosa mused quietly, more to herself, but still aloud. The vampress finally smiled fully, with a hint of embarresment from asking, I know it’s probably a lot to ask for you to meet me, especially given the constraints on my time. And I do worry about having you out here so late and/or early, but you think we could do this more often? You’re my only friend… She wilted, remembering that she had used to meet Khaleesi for herbology and healing lessons, but the feathery lady had disappeared after a while… And Rogan was something other than a friend, primarily because he was her saidu. I get lonely at night since not many others live a nocturnal lifestyle like myself, unless they too are a vampire. I don’t wanna force that on you though! By all means you don’t have to do anything you don’t want… I just really like spending time with you. Diosa glanced back at the vibrant palleted boy, before she return his initial gesture. Her muzzle pressing into the crest of his nape and shoulder, Thank you for coming back, Scamander. She spoke gently into his fur before pulling back and collecting herself back together. a bittersweet abyss
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