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Born from his mind, she arrived.
Her step was ghostly light, and she shifted before his eyes. The male remained still and silent, so much so that it seemed his granite body had indeed turned to stone. Only icy eyes traced her movement, the slim curves of her thin frame, the elegance of her haughty features.
The potential for him to be hallucinating her form was high, to a certain degree, and so the male showed no response to her appearance until the woman spoke. Her voice seemed to animate him to life - Tense, hardened muscles quivered with suppressed energy, giant frame charged by the sleek whisper of her throaty tone on the brisk air. It was her, in body. The woman's russet pelt was as dishevelled as his, although her glorious curls spilled unhindered about her serious face.
Twin rubies observed him from betwixt lashes, and Caillen was temporarily frozen by the fresh blood-red that he had seen in his sleep. A strange warmth and longing curled deep in his gut - A hunger that no food could satisfy.
"I had tae come," Husky voice, gravelly from disuse, scoured the air in response. He made no further explanation for his appearance so close to the borders of her territory, but remained regardless. Lupus form had been shed in favour of taller Optime form before she had arrived - Better for observing the approach of others. The navy scarf he constantly wore was shredded at its ends, but handing low beneath that was the same mysterious stag-pendant with stone as blue as his eyes. These eyes were watching her intently now from between strands of messy tan, unable to be drawn away as the princess stepped closer to his forbidden form.
Another ripple of energy made his muscles quiver, hackles shivering about his throat and between broad shoulder-blades. "I promised," Huge white incisors flashed at her in a rusty smile, but a smile nonetheless.