Claiming What is Mine

Titania Moonsong · 12-11-2011, 04:36 PM

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OOC Eee! Cue Soran?

Word Count → 600+

The moon, of course it was the moon that brought them together again. The silver goddess bewitched the lovers and would forever do them right, and that moment Titania knew that she would always trust the radiant queen of the night's sky. Logic had no part in this, as Zalen had realized too, and she did not care to question it further. There was no need to, it made perfect sense.

He was as happy to see her as she was him. The chance that they were both here was no accident. She shut her golden eyes tightly and nuzzled him as they stood at the edge of Crimson Dreams, but a moment later Zalen moved from her affection, and she opened curious but comforted eyes to watch him. He circled her, rubbing up against her, - his touch felt so nice, so comforting and commanding that it lolled her into security. She didn't follow him with her eyes as he rounded her, yet her ears were alert and listened to all of his steps.

She did shift her gaze to peer at him when he walked away, though, wondering what he was doing but remaining still, trusting in his every movement. He took several steps away until he was clearly outside of the pack's borders – a smart man not to offend – and marked the brush. She cocked her head at first, wondering the meaning of this. He had no mind to make this territory his, did he? No... she saw the fire in his eyes when he returned and she knew it wasn't the land he wanted, but a wolf after territory he surely was.

The scent followed him back, despite the power in his scent it excited her rather than filled her with dread. She felt a need to submit to that scent... but only that scent... only Zalen. Her eyes were wide with wonder and fervor as he stepped close to her, and before she knew what he would do next he executed perfect dominance.

She was taken to the ground, but it wasn't out of hostility or violence. The instincts within her were strong and her wolfish heart beat steadily as she let herself be pushed to the ground at Zalen's paws. Some Luperci were too humanized to know what he was doing, but the ancestral memory ran strong within Titania – her mother had spoken of it often and fondly, and taught her daughters to be aware of their true heritage – and at his paws she was not angry or frightened. Her heightened pulse was not rage for some offense, yet the drum of rapture.

Her strong spirit would not have her bow to her father, or obey her mother, or stand for her former leader. Yet now as Zalen's scent transferred onto her fur and he spoke unambiguously from the heart she was ecstatic to be in this place. She would be unwilling to kneel before any wolf except for one, for he was the man who her heart yearned to serve.

It wasn't words that came to her first but actions. She had let him push her down and watched the display without resistance. Now her heart drummed happily and she nosed at his feet, pink tongue lapping out to lick his paws. She moved up to nose at his neck and lick beneath his jaw, but never did she rise her body up from the position he had put her in, to show that she was accepting of it, of him.

Finally her soft voice chimed, a joyful lilt that came between nudges, nestles, and kisses. “Yes, Zalen. I accept you. I love you. I will be yours forever.”

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