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There was absolutely no use in denying it anymore, Shandom concluded as he walked the now familiar path to Anathema. He couldn't get Naniko D'Angelo out of his head. The Anatheman Angela was perhaps his closest friend and confidant, and was among the elite few that he could realistically see himself trusting. She was a lovely woman, vibrant and self assured - but that was, after all, what came with being the leader of such a ... large pack. Relations between Anathema and New Dawn were still rather non-existant, much to Shandom's trepidation, but the Gamma was glad his duties to the pack often gave him an excuse to see the woman.
Plus, he was a man. And men had certain needs, needs that, for him, had not been satiated in what felt like too long. Shandom was already out of New Dawn, and getting closer and closer to Anathema - why not, then, come and see his dear and beautiful friend Naniko? He was sure she was aware of the tension that existed between the two. When she'd visited New Dawn when the winter was still strong, Shandom could easily sense the palpable electricity that radiated between the two. Of course, it was possible that Shandom was completely manufacturing this in his own, sex-deprived brain, but regardless - the Gamma wanted to see her, not only for her friendship, but for her lovely body as well.
He'd shifted once he was mere footsteps from the Anatheman border, falling upon hands and knees when the transition was finished. Pale, alabaster hair fell in a shaggy curtain around his eyes, and the handsomely scarred man irritably shook it away from his face. It was one of his least favorite things about the Optime form he naturally avoided, and yet he was remiss to do anything about it for fear of what it would do to his actual body. He saw many canines, male and female alike, altering the strange thing, but Shandom couldn't see himself ever doing it. He'd simply have to get accustomed to hair in his eyes.
Tilting his head back, Shandom called for Naniko, naming himself and asking for her. The last time he'd been here, they'd talked and laughed in her den for a while. He was eager to do that again - and perhaps more.
Shandom is by nat; table code from the Mentors!
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