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He was the fire and the shade and the dragon, there was no doubt about that. He was everything all at once, the whole pulsing world in different shades of blood. This was not lost on her; Eris was not so blinded by youth and inexperience that she did not sense the vast power lurking in the chestnut-furred man. One would have had to be blind to see it—even her spiritless, one-eyed mother could have seen the flame radiating from his eyes, the deepest shadow lurking in the abysses of his pupils. Maybe she had already tasted it—maybe it had made her violently ill. The chocolate-furred man had spoken the scarred coyote's name as if he knew her intimately, but Eris did not question. It was not her place to question him—such a thing would have beenakin to an ant peering up to a tree, demanding for it to move out of the way.
“This blood will sustain you,” the sable-furred canine added at his words, reaching up with her free hand just barely draw the fingers along his cheek, the blood already beginning to dry. Even so, it left a reddish streak behind, one that Eris followed carefully with her yellow-golden eyes. There should have been fear within her, for certainly she was not the fearless canine that the scarred woman was. Fear lurked within her and it did not cripple her like it crippled her mother—but there was none for this creature. If he took her with him to the other side, it was a blessing. There was nothing to fear from that.
The sable-furred canine did not wait for an invitation or even an indication her touch would be tolerated; her shaded body leaned forward and her muzzle extended toward the cheek where she'd left the red smear, her pinkish tongue drawing it away from the fur there. The hybrid's breath still came heavily, with a raggedness to it, but there was desire there now, too—the asexual, sanitized ritual was complete, and now there was only the friction and tension between the two creatures, the sable-furred canine drawn to the vile thing lurking in the chocolate-furred one. She could not have his blood, she could not have his liver—but they could share their power nonetheless, and in the most primal way.
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