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The girl’s body seemed to emit signals graced with more genuine traits than what had been perceived before. She remained a stranger, but was no longer an alien to his alert gaze of freshly drawn blood. The youth had drawn the girl’s blood once, but the episode seemed eerily distant, cloaked with fog and the aftertaste of her skin. Yearning would rise again if he only allowed it to, but the air between the two forms held an altered taste today, and he refrained from falling into her beauty. He decided that his wish was to stay above the surface this time; he chose air. Right now she seemed astray; the fledgling had fallen from its nest and resisted its fate.
Pupils dilated at her shivery words, but he found no immediate desire to respond with worthless words. Instead, he watched the quakes gently shake her petite form. The need to protect and preserve was no longer there, though the young Lykoi knew that desire would continue to run deep rivers through his core. It was natural, for she had shown the boy carnal love beyond his imagination. In a sense he would always crave her, no matter what. She had held the key and opened the door, and her red would forever stain the slick door frame.
As more flowed from her lyrical voice, he entered the crumbling shell, tilting his head at the confidence he found in her words. ”Yet your warmth has faded since I saw you,” he observed, speaking words beyond his age. What he spoke of was not of the physical kind. Her warmth had reached out for his hungry form back then, but all he felt today was air tediously scratching away at his isolating fur, losing the already lost battle for his body warmth. The pixie girl remained a more desirable target. The boy considered this physical difference between them, but was interrupted by words that could form an insult if one decided to treat it as such. Instead, it brought a new wave of ponder to his maturing mind.
In fact, he believed her. ”Maybe you’re right.” Was this not the reason why he was an outcast; banished by his own blood? The cold resided within him; twisted his reality into a form unfitting for the creatures around him.
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