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He shook his head at her, and held her face. Just as he had, she leaned into his touch, her eyes threatening to close. But she resisted, and her gaze lifted to look at his face. The words he spoke eased her troubled mind, but there was a quiet flicker that still lingered in her heart. She had known what would happen had she found the crow wolf first. She knew that, even had she been in prime condition, she would not have been able to defeat him—she was skilled, but not that skilled. Like Brennt, the crow wolf had been a wolf before, and his mind worked differently than hers. And knowing that, she had sought him with a strange contentment with her Fate and with her Doom. She had told Onus that it was alright, and she truly believed that it were so. Once more, she had met the hand of Death and had been spared so that she may live another day. For the warrior, that was enough. But Love made it inadequate, and now her body nourished a litter that did not belong to the one she loved.
Leaning down, he moved his muzzle to rest aside hers, and she moved her own to brush against his, a soft, quiet whine allowed to escape. He lifted her into his arms, holding her close and yet so delicately. She was too weak to bring her arms about his neck in the way she would have liked, and so her hands simply rested upon his chest. The black female closed her eyes then, accepting his words with silence, unable to find the words great enough with which to respond. And now action could not be used in its stead. So she used the silence and buried her face against his neck. How she needed him. How her heart was greedy for him. It was the only greed she had ever felt. In the silence, she allowed the cathartic tears that had been held back to flow from her. She wept silently and with a stillness, each tear falling from those close eyes against his skin. And quietly she breathed in his scent and held him with her hands that could not grasp.
She did not know for how long the silence lasted, nor did she know how many tears had been shed. She breathed quietly, aware suddenly that they had stopped. And only with him would those tears have been allowed to fall, for even the solitude would have held them back as they had for her entire life. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she sought to break her own silence. "Onus...." How tired she felt, and how warm he was against her cold body, savaged by jaws and impregnated by another. The filth and grit was cleansed by his presence, and already she felt as if he had given her more than she should have received. "You are all I need." And he was all she would ever need.
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He shook his head at her, and held her face. Just as he had, she leaned into his touch, her eyes threatening to close. But she resisted, and her gaze lifted to look at his face. The words he spoke eased her troubled mind, but there was a quiet flicker that still lingered in her heart. She had known what would happen had she found the crow wolf first. She knew that, even had she been in prime condition, she would not have been able to defeat him—she was skilled, but not that skilled. Like Brennt, the crow wolf had been a wolf before, and his mind worked differently than hers. And knowing that, she had sought him with a strange contentment with her Fate and with her Doom. She had told Onus that it was alright, and she truly believed that it were so. Once more, she had met the hand of Death and had been spared so that she may live another day. For the warrior, that was enough. But Love made it inadequate, and now her body nourished a litter that did not belong to the one she loved.
Leaning down, he moved his muzzle to rest aside hers, and she moved her own to brush against his, a soft, quiet whine allowed to escape. He lifted her into his arms, holding her close and yet so delicately. She was too weak to bring her arms about his neck in the way she would have liked, and so her hands simply rested upon his chest. The black female closed her eyes then, accepting his words with silence, unable to find the words great enough with which to respond. And now action could not be used in its stead. So she used the silence and buried her face against his neck. How she needed him. How her heart was greedy for him. It was the only greed she had ever felt. In the silence, she allowed the cathartic tears that had been held back to flow from her. She wept silently and with a stillness, each tear falling from those close eyes against his skin. And quietly she breathed in his scent and held him with her hands that could not grasp.
She did not know for how long the silence lasted, nor did she know how many tears had been shed. She breathed quietly, aware suddenly that they had stopped. And only with him would those tears have been allowed to fall, for even the solitude would have held them back as they had for her entire life. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she sought to break her own silence. "Onus...." How tired she felt, and how warm he was against her cold body, savaged by jaws and impregnated by another. The filth and grit was cleansed by his presence, and already she felt as if he had given her more than she should have received. "You are all I need." And he was all she would ever need.