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He let his head rest in her deep chocolaty fur a moment, inhaling her sweet perfume. It was refreshingly light and aromatic, like a field of wildflowers, while his own was a strong and earthy musk like fresh disturbed earth and pine needles. He poked her belly with his nose, and nuzzled his snout into her paw when she placed it on his chest. His own bushy tail was whooshing the air in a slow but steady rhythm still raised a little above his back. Her chuckle had him cocking his head, gazing at her curiously. Had he said something funny? He took his head from her paw, lowering his head to gaze at her with his ears folded oddly. His ear twitched at the word, ‘mother.’ But it was quiet and he didn’t touch on it. She smelled nothing like Deuce or Soran, and watched her eyes become distant, recognizing a moment lost to memory as he’d experienced many times before.
His tail gave pause when he saw her own tail cease. His brows furrowed and he allowed her soft tongue wash over his throat, the fur there stirred reflexively, bristling in the slightest. It soon relaxed and she was speaking now more serious, placating even and he gazed at her from the corner of his eyes, narrowing them suspiciously. He was correct in his judgment of her scent, but he’d been far too enthralled by her presence to truly give it any heed. It was not the absence of the Dreamers’ scents that made her smell so, it was something else…something he wasn’t quite prepared for. His fur bristled again and he withdrew from her, breaking eye contact. It was a hard hit, and his heart sunk in those few moments. But it was not all bad news. It was not a rejection, but he found it hard to understand why she’d chosen to taint something that had been so pure, so beautiful.
‘There are no true wolves anymore.’ the crimson Luperci brute’s voice echoed inside his skull. He was foolish to think that this wolfess had been any different. Instead of chiding her he turned to face her again. His face was unlined and calm, but his eyes were distant. He wanted to question her, ask her ‘why’ and ‘when?’ but held himself back. “There are many Luperci among my pack, the alphas, beta, many if not all carry the ‘taint.’ His voice was even and unemotional, merely a statement of fact. He did not begrudge his pack their choices or their blood, but her…With her he felt hope for the future, that wolves like himself did, indeed, exist. He felt he wasn’t alone. But now, with her a Luperci the old emotions came flooding back, and he was nothing more than a dying breed- the last of his line.
Something strange stirred within him, then. When he searched his feelings the sadness was there, the betrayal, the disappointment, but it was not the only emotion. His heart ached, but the desire was still there. He puzzled at it a moment, locked in an internal struggle as he fought for words. Her voice was in his ear. It doesn’t. He said firmly, to reassure himself as well as her. You are beautiful to me still. And with those words his eyes met hers in silence, he spoke with nothing but those green flecked pools. They closed slowly, leisurely as she nuzzled him and he found himself nuzzling her back. If he had known it he would have sighed her name then. But as he realized no such title had been offered from her lips now or before he broke from her, regarding her carefully. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My love…I don’t even know your name.
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