[M] she's standing on an overpass

Kaena Lykoi · 03-09-2011, 07:48 PM

[html]

Word Count :: 310 LOOKIT ME ALL THUPERFAST AND SHIT

The Centurion had many lovers throughout her long life, more than she could recall -- some still had names, others still had faces, but to compile a comprehensive list would have been beyond her. The hybrid's memory was no longer sharp regarding the earliest years of her life. While she could draw their compiled story from the details, the silver-shaded woman could not recall everything she had once known about herself. It was a frightening prospect, but the silver-shaded coyote could not dwell on such things, not with Samael in her arms.

The hybrid drew back as he shifted, though even as the long, bedraggled sable hair sprouted from his head, she was brushing it from his face. All the slimness that had been present in his Lupus form seemed accentuated in his Optime form. She touched his fur, fascinated by the grizzled, blackened color that now seemed closer to her own. The word Eterne was spoken, and with sharp surprise, the hybrid looked at him, recognizing this word and all that it meant. It was not her heritage to judge, however -- she was not of this place, and Samael, in some strange way, was. He had never belonged to Astaroth, of course, but he had come from that place all the same.

“As you should be,” the hybrid said, leaning back onto the cold ground without a care in the world for it, pulling Samael closer to her. “But you are my prince,” she said, her voice growling low and possessive. “Not theirs.” She shoved her head against his shoulder, resting the top of her muzzle against his throat, her good eye pressed shut against his fur. She could not see anything of the rest of the world, and with nothing to breathe but Samael's scent, she really could pretend the rest of it was not out there.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?