wrap your arms around desire

Helotes Lykoi · 01-02-2012, 05:26 PM

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The pup whimpered slightly when he raised his voice and he glanced over to it and calmed a bit before turning to look at Zana again. She seemed positively giddy, for what reason Helotes could not discern, especially since she had almost just drowned. Zana was a funny one like that, prone to extreme moods swings and actions. At least this was a good mood he supposed, as opposed to a nasty one, which he readily knew she was capable of. She chuckled softly and reached up to tug on a strand of his hair as she spoke in that eerie dialect of hers, one that he sometimes wished he could understand. Whatever she had said was very forlorn, and this was one of the times that wish he had ears for it.

But she changed then, her amethyst orbs catching his amber ones. There was an exchange then, a foreshadowing in the glance that shot fire through Helotes' veins. Having Zana lying there on the sand, soaked to the bone, and nearly having drowned caused a fire to light in Helotes' belly. She asked him then to take her home and he nodded slowly, eyes never leaving her.

The dark Lykoi had no problem lifting his cousins limp form in his strong arms and he began the trek back to the mansion. He went slower then he would have wanted, but this was for the pup's sake, who followed the man and his burden closely, occasionally nipping playfully at Helotes' heels. Helotes said nothing and kept his eyes trained on the path ahead, and did not even look at Zana, for he was trying to contain the blaze that was slowly beginning to build within him. He knew what it was; it was the flame of lust, of desire. The last time he had seen Zana it was all business, driving off her sister, but the time before that… that time had been difficult. It was Helotes’ greatest obstacle now, the fire he felt for Zana. It was different, different than any craving he had ever felt. Even how he felt about Halo, with her perfect lineage which screamed at him to have her bear his children, that was different from this; this was love, this was death and pain, and life.

His pace quickened as they neared the mansion and luckily the bounding pup kept time with Helotes’ optime form, but it was clear that the little male was getting tired. Helotes shifted Zana to one arm so that as they approached his room he could open the door. His quarters where relatively tidy this day, much to his relief, and he set his cousin down upon his cot, which he had recently adorned with the pelt of the wolf he had killed. It was slightly macabre, but there was no use letting the hide go to waste, eventually he would turn it into a cloak, but for now it made a warm mat to lie upon. The head however, was removed, for that prize was giving to Symera, who much enjoyed the skulls. The pup laid down at the foot of the bed, watching attentively as Helotes retrieved some dry fabric from the wardrobe and beginning drying Zana off, he glanced over at the little grey furball, So, who’s is this? He asked nonchalantly, still not looking upon her lest he lose his mind and his restraint then and there.

.: WC :: +573 :.

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