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Passion was too terrible to waste on the likes of anger and disdain. Better it was used for joy, to express one's love to its fullest and enhance the reverence felt when basked in the warmth of a rekindled love long sought after. She wanted to reclaim that passion, that much she was aware admist the turmoil of troubled thoughts. To feel loved again, wanted, comfortable and at ease instead of weighed down by unnesessary worries that had for such a time held her prisoner. She wanted to be happy... she wanted to feel as she had the first time she stepped onto Ichika's lands; she wanted to feel home. She wanted to be home again.
She fell into her love's embrace as if her claws had not just moments before sought to crush his throat, nor that his back had once been turned towards her. She fell into him as she had countless times before and was glad for the warmth of his fur, the loving aura that emmenated and consumed her wholly. Nothing else but this mattered, this sliver of Nirvana's light that had mercifully caught her in its ray. She needed only this to feel the strain lift from her and allow the call of her taxed body to relax and fall deeper into him, into the recess of his chest with her muzzle hidden away from his loving kisses, then eventually collapsed her head into his lap and was fine to lay there until the release of her tensions eased her into a blissful darkness.