307 get your creep on~ p.s. -- strikethrough words are not incl. in word count
Eris is by Alaine!
His simplicity was his beauty to Eris. The same thing had turned feral within Salvia, but in Pandemic it was as it had been in his father: reserved with calm, almost regal. Eris remembered her dead love as far more magnificent than he had been in life, of course -- shining sable fur, muscles exceeding Pandemic's own, half a foot taller than he'd been in life, eyes as orange as bright as fire. She had not known him in youth and imagined Pandemic was his spitting image.
The onyx-hued wolf's smile, too, was not as Larkspur's had been. There was a lovely softness in it, perhaps a softness reserved only for her. His small nudge evoked her own gesture of affection, which was to SUCK HIS DIIIIICK bare her own teeth in a smile, off-white still sharp and stark against her dark coat. With a little shift and lean forward, the hybrid rested her muzzle almost against his fur, just below his ear. I love you, dearest, she murmured. So very much.
There, against his neck, he was Larkspur. His wrongly-colored eyes out of her vision, the only indications otherwise were his scent and the too-large muscles. This latter was easily ignored; the former perhaps fueled her illusion (or delusion), for her son and dead mate smelled distinctly alike for their shared blood. The impulse and thought came to her at once, and unthinkingly, the dark-hued woman obeyed, rubbing her muzzle against the side of his neck.
Do you know how lovely you are, my... Pandemic? she murmured, the illusion shattered only as she ran a hand along his upper leg and more distinctly felt their thickness of muscle. She closed her eyes, and decided she did not care. Her tongue found the hard curve of his neck and her hand wandered.
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