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Her claws, while they did not break the skin, drew lines of fire across his flesh. Adding to the hot flames inside of his body, creating a veritable inferno inside the man. As he laid on top of her he wished he could simply melt into her. He never wished to be away from her. To spend a single night without her there next to him made him feel cold and lonely. He often though about her as he drifted off to sleep without her. He would look out the window by the bed, up into the night sky with it's multitude of bright stars. He would see her in those stars. Her peerless alabaster eyes, her soft smile, the beautiful darkness of her coat. The man had always loved the night more than the day and she had become his moon and stars to her. He lost himself in her dark beauty that was still so light at the same time.
Every noise and movement she made in response to his caresses was like a wonderful gift. It was a sweet music. A music that made the flames that filled his body burn even more fervently. Just as she was his', he was her's. He gave himself to her wholly. Body, mind, heart, and soul. Onus gave her every part of him that he could. Part of him would always belong to the cause of Justice, but everything else was her's. Cwmfen nic Graine. His beautiful love. The cries of utter delight that she gave when he kissed her there made him move further, though with the same delicate care. His tongue moved out, tasting her. It was sweet nectar. The taste and smell of her made his manhood stiffen even more, craving to be wrapped in her again. But not yet.
His tongue explored her, caressing her wet folds. His heart beat in his chest, reverberating throughout his body. Where his hands gripped her body his claws dragged softly against her skin. The man drowned in her taste and scent, reveling in how it so enveloped him. Once again he found that one place that caused her ultimate pleasure and he flicked it with his tongue and then sucked on it gently. His loins burned hotter and harder, wanting her so badly. He traced her lower lips with his tongue one last time before her moved his body up towards her again. He kissed her collarbone and then her lips, his taut body hovering over her. "I love you Cwmfen," he whispered, his voice strained with his desire for her.
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As she lay with him, once more the world was nothing. Within the warrior’s mind there was only this man. The pack was nothing, even the delights of war were insignificant. And as a female, she could let go of such things, even if it were for that single day. But Onus gave this day to her, a gift repaid in like kind. She wanted to know only him, to know and understand him deeply again. There was a quiet fear within her, and she feared that Fate would steal her away from him, or him from her, and she did not want that. This love for Onus was different than her love for war. War was an idea, and she was as devoted to it as she was to anything. But Onus was a man, a tangible creature. She could touch his body, and she could feel his soul. She wanted to hold it carefully in her paws. She wanted to hold that warrior of Justice within her arms for all eternity.
He held her legs as his maw found that fruit between them. Her body shuddered with his touch, the pleasure and delight unable to make themselves manifest. Slowly those things she felt released themselves through sound and movement, but they built up within her, both relieved and intensified as he made her feel. The woman moaned as his tongue explored her, that sensation so delightfully foreign. She moved slightly beneath his touch, crying out softly as he explored her, caressed her, his tongue so gentle and yet so intense that her quiet sounds were uncontainable. She grew wet there, hot and quietly throbbing as he drank from her as no other had before and no other would. He had taken a forbidden fruit. She burned for it, his claws upon her skin singing her striped thighs. She gasped sharply in the quiet room, taking a sharp intake of breath, as he brushed his tongue against that most sensitive of places. Her cry grew marginally in volume, leaving her breathless as he took that last sip from her femininity.
He withdrew, but his body still warmed her. For a moment, the black fae allowed her body to relax and she simply felt him above her, feeling his heat envelope her in those burning waves. She breathed deeply, reveling in his scent and his presence, her eyes closed. He kissed her, and she kissed him in return, urgently, passionately, following him. When he spoke they opened, the white orbs seeking his eyes, clear and yet clouded by desire as she knew her own must be. Silently, the woman smiled, her hands releasing the sheets as they moved up along his body, rolling over the sinew and burning through the fire that raged upon him and within him. Her eyes lingered upon her own hands as if watching another before she looked up, her maw lingering there beneath his, their breath intermingling in that space between him. Her maw brushed against his, but she did not kiss him yet. She moved her lips to his ear. "I love you," she whispered, suddenly breathless. Then her woad bound maw returned to his, for a moment allowing them only to touch. "Show me that I’m yours." Quietly, almost silently. Show me that I’m yours and not my father’s. It was just something that she wanted to feel.
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The man delighted in showing her such affection. It was what she deserved. Not what the crow wolf had forced upon her and intended to again. That was one of the reasons he was so gentle with her. This act called for tenderness, not roughness. He may have been a rough man at all other times, but not now. Not with her. He wanted to treat her right, to have the way he touched her be soft and loving. Drawing that sharp contrast between the lives they were both used to. Where they were used to fighting and death, here, alone, they bred love and life. Instead of harsh blows there were soft caresses. He couldn't give her everything (and in moments like this he wished he could), but he could give her this. He could love her and show her how much she meant to him. That's what this was about. He would never leave her, never abandon her. No matter what.
Just as she had never felt this before, he had never done it, but it just felt right. The taste of her was so sweet, like nothing he had ever experienced. As he continued he could feel her moisten, taste it. He drank it up. Her moans and cries filled his ears and the room and he responded with his own moans, his voice vibrating against her sex. Even though his body was not being touched he felt the pleasure. Bringing her such sensations gave them to him. His manhood throbbed for her, called to be joined with her in a voice that could not be ignored. The man wished he could do this with her all day. Pamper and pleasure her. Shower her with his love. His heart was full to bursting with the love he bore this woman. Loved everything about her. All her perfections and imperfections. He would bring down tenfold on Corvus whatever pain he caused her.
As they kissed his tongue reached out for her's, sharing the flavor of her fruit with her. He matched her passion and urgency, kissing her deeply. When her fingers ran over his skin again his head rolled back for a second with a soft moan to accompany it. As she whispered in his ears he kissed her cheek, never able to give her enough attention. Those three words made him sigh as his breathing began to increase. Show me that I'm yours. Those deep black pools looked into her orbs, the fire burning in them. He kissed her with fervor as one arm slipped under her back and grasped her shoulder. His body lowered, the outside of his thighs pressing against the inside of her's. His tip slowly outlined her femininity and he moaned into their kiss with the sensation. Then carefully he pushed inside of her, breaking that kiss as he gasped for breath. His fingers clutched her shoulder as they joined. The man panted heavily, letting her warmth surround him fully. His lips moved to her ear. "You're mine," he said as he thrust inside her.
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Oh yeah! I saw that movie a while back, but I think I remember, ^=^ She was a woad persona in there too, huh? Only she wasn’t supposed to be in the stories, O^O
And maybe we could have a short part after for while they sleep—maybe she has a Dream? ^=^
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She looked into those dark pools, finding everything that she needed within him. He kissed her deeply, passionately, and she returned it immediately, feeling now that she could resist it no longer. A soft sound moved through her throat as she tasted him, fondled by his tongue. And her own within him caressed lovingly, that burning fire within her eternal, never to die out. She could feel the heat of his body against her, and the heat of his manhood so close to her was like a hot coal that desired to be quenched by her body. She shifted beneath him, her hips brushing against his, that curiosity moving her to press up against him, her desire wanting perpetually to eliminate that distance that she did not want. With him, she was safe, and she knew, as he had said, that he would not let anything happen to her. As his arm moved beneath her, holding her to him, the woman bared herself to him, body and soul, her eyes closed with that strange sadness.
A soft whine escaped from her gasping breaths as she felt him outline her femininity with maddening slowness. He was so close and yet not close enough. Her fingers moved along his shoulder and against his hip, her legs giving beneath him as his own thighs parted them. As he broke that kiss, gasping for air, her maw brushed against his neck, nibbling his throat and feeling the vibrations of his voice. And then, as he spoke, he thrust into her, causing to cry out as her body moved against his, one hand grasping the back of his neck while the other held the side of his ribs. Her mind was shot with that thin, red line of pain that was lost within the golden ribbons of that ecstasy. Somehow, as her body enveloped his hard shaft, she felt that this was different than before. He made her his—she could feel it, like an electric pulse jumping through her, making her skin tingle and her mind shiver with pleasure. As her body was held to his in that single moment, her heart beat against his, jumping in her chest with her lust for him. Her hands held him firmly, as if to steady herself in that wavering world about him. He was her only anchor. Her back lowered to the bed as her feet brushed against his knees.
"Onus," she breathed with a soft whine, able to find only his name in the drug of his being. Her eyes were open, watching the empty ceiling, but she did not see the room. She could see only him, and she was lost within him. As she held his neck and ribs with that tight grasp, her maw nibbled the corner of his jaw, tracing the line of his jaw with her tongue. It was as if she were memorizing him, learning his body in a way she had never needed to before. Her hands slid down the sinew of his body, feeling the power and control that moved against her in that ancient and sacred rhythm. Her fingers grasped the sheets once more, less merciful to the fabric than she had been.
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The fire that raged inside of him was even greater than it had been the last time. This time it was not such unfamiliar territory. This time he had a greater understanding of the act of love that they engaged in and that fueled him even further. She was intoxicating. Her smell, her taste, her sounds, her body. All of it was like some kind of divine drug to the coyote and he could not get enough. And he knew that the passion burned as hotly in her as it did in him. The need for each other was mutual. The need to completely lose themselves in one another. As her hips brushed against his the man whined, also feeling that desire to eliminate all space between the two of them.
As he eased himself inside of her and felt her teeth against his neck he growled in pleasure. That kind of deadly closeness, that physical vulnerability excited him. So easily she could take his life in that moment, though he knew she never would. He trusted her completely. With his very life. With every part of him. After that first thrust and her cry he paused, making sure that he had not hurt her. Her hands gripped him and held him close. Gently he kissed her shoulder, offsetting the rough movement his hips had made. His next movements were slower and softer, wishing to bring her nothing but pleasure. His breathing increased, the ecstasy of being one with her again filling his mind. How good he felt inside of her. How right it all seemed. They were two hearts that beat as one.
When she breathed his name he sighed. His name had never sounded more wonderful than when it came from those beautiful lips. Feeling her tongue trace his jaw he moaned. His body was her's to have and explore. The man's hips increased the pace, the white hot pleasure flashing before his eyes. It ran through his veins like liquid metal. He groaned as he moved inside of her, the pressure in his loins mounting higher and higher. Nothing had ever felt so good. Tongue reached out to lick her ear as he held her against him, keeping her body steady for his increased movements. "Cwmfen..." he sighed into her ear, his eyes clamped shut. Pleasure overloaded his brain with each thrust into her garden.
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The warrior expelled a sigh as if in pain, but it was not with pain but with pleasure that she sighed, and it shuddered from her body as if in excess. For a brief moment, he was still, allowing that delightful pain that the sharp penetration had caused to subside. The silence was filled with their breathing and with their heartbeat, with their intertwined bodies. He kissed her shoulder softly, her breath quivering for it as she let her head fall back upon the softness of the bed. For that brief, single moment of stillness, she could have existed forever there in that complete embrace. Where before she had lain with him, allowing him to explore the physical pleasures of her body, now he moved to excite her, to invoke a quiet cry or a simple silence. And her body, filled with that fierce passion and with utter desire and love, shivered about his shaft. She squeezed lightly down upon it, holding him there within her until he moved within her once more, continuing the rhythm that both hearts begged for.
Her breaths and sighs were almost forced from her throat as she lay beneath him. His movements continued with a slow procession. With each withdrawal, her hips moved beneath him, involuntarily following his retreating form. And yet, his thighs held her beneath him, rendered immovable. That inability brought small cries to her lips that escaped her throat in golden tones, the euphoria that he had created in those movements irrepressible. Her head was pressed back into the sheets, her back against his arm, as his body rocked against hers, and her neck and breasts were bared to him. Her eyes closed against the world as she felt only him, those indescribable thrills setting fire to her blood. Her hands sought solidity from the bed that held their forms, as if the world about her had become a mere illusion relative the world this man created for her. And with each thrust, with each penetrating movement, he became a part of her. With each thrust, she became closer to him, their souls practically touching.
As the rhythm quickened, her hands moved to hold his body, those woad bound fingers pressed into the sinew of his torso. A quiet but sharp cry slid from her throat, as if in response to his uttered moan. He held her close as he continued to accelerate that rhythm, and her hands were permitted to cross over his back, her open palms pressing into his fur beneath his shoulder blades. With the stability of his body against hers, she did not resist, allowing him to control this spar of love. The woad bound maw pressed against his neck as his tongue caught her ear, turning her head to rest against the whole shoulder. And the world was filled with the melody of his heartbeat that sang wildly to her. Pressing her softer body against his unyielding body, she washed herself in him, becoming his and no body else’s. Then the muscles of the body that was held within the coyote’s arms tensed, as her back arched against him, her neck pressed over his shoulder with her maw upon the nape of his neck. The woman could feel it building up within her, as his thrusts grew swifter, her body unable to not respond as she shuddered against him. And then—
She let out that cry as if in pain, but it was not with pain but with pure, utter, ecstasy that she cried out. Her fingers dug into his back as the waves of the climax clamped down upon him, pulsing for him. And she had died that ‘little death’ for him. And she felt that pain within her heart because she loved him so much. Her body tried to relax, but she didn’t want to move away from him. And yet, she fell back within his arms, able to open her eyes and look upon him as she brushed her maw against his before she kissed him deeply and slowly.
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That still moment seemed to stretch on for eternity, and the man would not have minded if it had. They were complete in that moment. One with each other. He loved her completely and with no restraints. The thought of being so open and vulnerable with her no longer frightened him in the least. For her and her alone he would bare his heart. For her he would be soft and compassionate. He would be gentle and show her the pleasures of this world that at all other times he denied himself. He did all of this because he wanted to. He wanted her to know him completely and he wanted that same knowledge of her. Onus wanted to hide nothing from her. Whatever was left of him after those years of solitude belonged to her.
As he felt her squeeze around him a soft whine came from his throat. The ecstasy that she evoked within him incomprehensible. Each time he moved within her shivers shot up his spine. The man had never imagined to feel this way in his life and now he craved for it as one craves for food. For any type of nourishment. Her head pressed back against the bed and his lips and tongue danced along the skin of her neck. Her scent was more fragrant than that of the rarest flower. Her taste more sweet than water in the desert. He found the rapid pounding of her artery and his teeth brushed against it lovingly. A silent promise to never draw her blood. Moving from her neck his tongue traced around her breasts again, his tongue flicking at her nipples, taking them into his mouth and sucking on them gently.
His movements increased and she pressed herself to him again. Her hands running across his toned back, holding herself to him tightly. He growled, almost possessively, daring any in the world to try and drive the two of them apart. While their bodies might not always be as close as they were now, their hearts and souls always would be. The man would never let that happen. Not as long as there was still any flicker of life in his body. His hips thrust against her, his pace becoming unrelenting. The arm that held her slender form felt her muscles tense and he knew her climax was coming as well as his own. Though as before her wanted her pleasure to come before his own. This all had been about her and it would continue to be so until the very last.
Her cry echoed through his body and soul and he shuddered as he felt her body follow suit. Feeling her womanhood clamp around him he was no longer able to hold back and absolute euphoria spread throughout his body. He cried out with her as he expelled his seed inside of her. Onus felt her sag in his arms and he followed her into that lowered position. He could feel the exhaustion leaking into his form, but still he hovered over her, still inside her unwilling to leave that union. He looked into her eyes as her lips found his. He returned that kiss, it was sweet and deep, like his love for her.
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Cwmfen let out a soft sound that lingered between a whine and a moan, pressing her neck against the teeth that pressed so dangerously close to that vital river of life. He moved down to her breasts, taking them in his mouth, that sound escaping her in gasps as they struggled to escape her throat. But it was that possessive growl that caused the woman to sigh, a soft ‘oh’ escaping in response before that pinnacle of ecstacy overcame her senses. His cry rang through her as the songs of the earth did, and yet his cry was stronger, more tangible and golden. As her own cry fell into silence, she gasped for air. His seeds were sown within her as their souls, for that infinitesimal moment, became one, knowing each other completely with love and passion, without hate, without anger, without fear. There union, this union, was beautiful, bittersweet and somehow tragic, but with the beauty of a world freshly purged with rain, the sun breaking through the clouds to set the world aflame with the diamond shimmer of the dew. She moaned, and he was the only one in the world. She loved only him so completely as to blind logic, as to be irrational. But those things didn’t matter. The waves of climax that shuddered through her body whispered like thunder as she accepted the man that was held within her, the seeds of his love moving through her as surely as the lightning that preceded the thunder.
She lay there beneath him, panting quietly, listening to the quiet tones of an ending melody—and yet the end was only of the overture and there was much within life left for both lovers, even in that moment. Time did not seem to exist—time was everything and nothing. She existed in a single instant and for eternity, and she lay there within his arms, the constant of that existence. Her white eyes looked deeply into the pitch darkness of those pools, consumed by that enigma—and yet she knew what lay there in the dark. She had felt it so tangibly.... And as he kissed her in return, that deep and passionate kiss, she breathed in deeply, tasting him, smelling him. It was that slow kiss that could have lasted forever, for surely it felt that way. Her heart beat gradually slowed as she held him there, her eyes closed. And slowly, she broke that kiss, parting from him so smoothly that the distance between them was sudden. Her breath shuddered there between their maws as she fell back to the bed.
And she lay there beneath him, her arms sliding from his sinewy form and onto the bed. It was all that she could give him—her mind, body, and soul wrapped in her love for him. It was the first time she had ever given herself so completely to another, had made herself so completely vulnerable and powerless. But she had done it for him. Her legs brushed against his as she moved, placing her knees on either side of his hips, one higher than the other. Her arms rose to gently wrap about his neck as she buried her nose in his fur. The woad marked fae simply held him in that embrace for a great while.
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His heart still beat rapidly in his chest as he could feel the heat begin to leave his body. The fire had been quenched for now, but the embers still smoldered within him and would continue to do so until the next time. Then they would burst into beautiful flame again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. And there would be a next time. The man promised himself. In this moment he wouldn't let himself think any other way. The logical part of his brain had shut down, believing only what he wanted to believe. And he wanted to believe that Corvus would fall. That he would end that nightmare's life and the two of them would continue to walk in the land of the living together, unburdened by that creature's presence. Even if he did fall, he would wait for her. Wait until her time came and walk with her in those lands that no one on this earth knew.
As they kissed and tasted one another yet again he wished for time to stretch on forever. For this moment to last a lifetime. The two of them embraced so fully, coming down off of the ecstasy that they had created for themselves. He could feel his muscles begin to protest against the way he held himself above her, but he wasn't ready to move. Not yet. She fell away from their kiss and he looked down at her. Those obsidian orbs looked down at her with such delight, a soft smile upturning his lips. He leaned down to brush his nose against her's. Not willing to let that space separate them.
He panted as he looked down at her. Just as it was no trifle that he opened up for her, he knew that it was the same for her. She was not the type to let her guard down so completely. He was thankful that for him, she was able to. That she trusted him enough. That was just as much a gift as her love was and he cherished it just as much. His softening member quivered as her legs slip up against his hips and a deep contented sound came from his chest. He stayed there for that while as she held him until his body could no longer stand to hold its weight above her. Onus pulled himself from her with a soft whine and moved to lay on his side. Strong arms wrapped around her slight form and held her close, his nose burying in the fur at the back of her neck.
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Did not see this until now, OnO And here’s her dream—you can choose when she wakes up (morning, night, etc.)
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Once, the woad marked female had believed that she could not fall in love, that she could not be bound by love. Once she had believed that she would not completely give herself to a man, that she did not require another and never would in such a way. Once, because of her father, because of that rape, she had been afraid of physical love. And then, curious, the woman had explored it with several males, using it as a way of knowing. But all these things had been washed away like blood in the rain. She fell in love and was bound by it. She gave herself completely to this man, requiring him as she required nothing else. She was not afraid, and she wished to explore only him, for only he could satisfy that curiosity, that need and desire. The black fae smiled through that kiss. And yet, he did not bind her freedom. They were not bound as Haku had been to Firefly or as Slay was to Cercelee. The souls of Onus and Cwmfen were bound, but it was not the same as mateship. It was different, allowing the freedom that the warrior required and that she knew the vigilante required.
As he withdrew from her, a soft moan escaped her. With his absence, the air felt cold and foreign—how strange it seemed, how different the world was. But he took her in his arms, holding her against him, wrapping her in his strength. As he buried his nose within her neck, a hand went up to touch his neck, those woad bound fingers holding him gently, affectionately. Her tail was draped upon her hip as she lay there in the silence, her breathing calm but her heart still aflame with love. Then her hands simply held the arms that held her, her white orbs closing. She was content there, truly blissful. This was Eden, and the snake was held at bay. She sighed softly, that quiet smile upon her maw. "I love you, Onus," the soft susurrus sounded in the silence of the night. Those words came easily to her lips, naturally. And she said it now as she had said it before, as she would always say. "No matter how the world unfolds or how things seem, that will never change." And slowly, gradually, weariness and sleep overcame her as she lay there in those arms.
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The heavens were dark and the earth parched. A storm was coming, she could smell it, she could see it flashing in the distance. Behind her a Raven crawed as it whispered by. She turned, but there was nothing. Something was at her feet, and she felt that she was not alone. Looking down, she saw a balance, a scale with two trays, lying on its side, pierced by a sword that she knew had no name. The Dreamer reached out to touch the pommel, and with her touch a darkness seemed to erupt from it. The world fell in darkness and silence, leaving her as blind as her eyes implied. She touched her face to make sure that she existed and found it wet with tears. And then someone grabbed her from, a gentle touch. She recognized it and allowed it to embrace her. Onus, she thought immediately. Yes, it must be him—only that name existed in this barren place. And in the darkness, a Raven crawed. It called in her ear. It was the Raven that held her, its feathered wings like fetters about her body. Only it was not the Raven. Her blood ran cold. Corvus. His laughter grated in her ear as his body pushed up against hers. She could feel him on her, then in her. No, she wanted to howl, but her voice was silent, but her will seemed to have been enough. He fell away from her with a hiss like a snake, those black eyes somehow bright as they stared her down. The darkness lashed out at her and she fell and kept falling until she returned to that barren, parched earth. Thunder. The Raven whispered by, his wings touching her neck with sharp feathers as he laughed. Her hands were still damp with her tears but as she looked down her hands were covered in blood.
The warrior awoke with a start—a gasp. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration, her breathing labored as if she had just finished a morning run. The white orbs looked down at her hands, but there was nothing save for the woad that marked them. She was disturbed. Her Dreams were always so real, but never like this.... Realizing how tense she was, Cwmfen took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and with it the effects of the Dream, hoping that she had not disturbed her lover.
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The man almost always slept soundly, but falling asleep with her in his arms brought him an entirely different kind of calm. He knew she was safe. That nothing, not even her father, could harm her now. Not when his own body shielded her's. Onus always wanted to be that for her. To be her shield. At least when it came to that thing that caused her such fear. She wasn't weak, he knew this. She was a warrior just as he was. There were battles that he could not help her fight and he knew that she would not always want him to. She had her war where he had his mission. Both were fraught with perils, but as long as they always returned to one another everything would be fine. But when it came to Corvus he wanted, no, he needed to be there between them. He would take as many blows and as much blood loss as it required. He would let himself be torn to shreds as long as she was still safe.
The coyote never dreamed. Not really. Perhaps because in sleep was the only time that his mind was able to shut off. Perhaps also because that childlike imagination had been cut down so early in him. The world and its harsh realities were too close to him. He was unable to imagine anything other than what was. He did not have such a capacity. So when he heard her gasp and start his body shot up, sitting upon his bed. His large ears pricked forward and his eyes scanned the room for any sign of intrusion. Seeing nothing in the apartment he looked out the dirty window at the city below. Nothing was there except a bit of trash blowing in the early morning breeze. Onus had trained himself to not be a heavy sleeper. One such as him could not afford that. Any noise that was out of place would wake the man.
Content that there was no immediate danger he turned back to look at his love. His body reclined back onto the bed, though he kept himself propped up with one elbow. His hand went to gently brush her cheek. Those onyx eyes searched her startled pearls. "What is wrong?" It was obvious that something was. Something had scared her. And she was not easily scared so he knew that whatever it was it was something serious. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. You're safe here with me, it said. I won't let anything happen to you. Though one thing the coyote could not protect her from was her own mind and the images it brought to her. The most he could do for her when it came to that was to be there to comfort her when she woke, as he was now.
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There was a brief moment in which the woad marked fae was disoriented. Her vision did not yet function, lost still within that Dream world. That moment seemed to stretch on forever like some terrible nightmare, and for once the woman feared openly. She had not liked being so close to her father. It had been too close. Her breathing was quick for her gasp, as if panic were setting in. Her mind was racing in the empty darkness of that place between Dreaming and Reality, as if she were trapped. She tried to think of what to do, disliking this feeling of helplessness she had felt so rarely. The silence was filled by her heartbeat, but that slowed gradually as her mind steadily returned to that real world. She took a deep breath to steady herself, feeling as she had when she had been younger, before she had come to these lands. Her body gradually relaxed, and the Dream, in that brief, passing instant, became a distant memory of a long forgotten time—or was it a time yet to come?
She could see the room about her, lit by the half light of the coming dawn. She had waken her lover, having heard him move immediately—that too was now a distant memory, distorted by the limbo of time. The black fae could feel the gaze move about the room, saw from her periphery his muzzle point out the window. No, her fear had not come from this world, at least not tonight. For a moment, the woman’s maw was pressed against the sheets of the bed, her eyes closing as she lay there next to him, breathing in his scent and the cool air of the silenced night.
Onus moved back into the bed. She looked up at him, turning her body so that she was laying upon her back. As he brushed her cheek, the woman opened her eyes, finding his searching her. There was no point trying to mask the fear that flickered within them. When he kissed her forehead, she felt as if she could relax, as if he chased away her Dream. A soft sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes. "It was just a Dream," the soft melody whispered in the dark, trying to brush it aside, but she knew that he would not believe that it had been ‘just’ a ‘dream’. Her body turned so that she lay upon her side, this time facing him, the sound of her fur rubbing against the fabric loud in the silence. "He’s coming for me," she whispered quietly as her body pressed up against the coyote’s propped up form. The female’s muzzle brushed against the fur of his chest. It was not as if this was different than before—Corvus had always been coming for her. But the Dream had broke through the reserves of her mind, the tranquility of her soul, planting within her that black seed of fear. The roots had already spread from that seed, gripping her soul and heart with innumerable, pestilential tendrils.
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The smell of her fear filled the room and it made the hair alone his spine rise. Instinctively his eyes scanned the room again, just to be sure. Having Cwmfen so distressed put the man on edge. If a mouse had scurried by he would have moved and killed it before it even knew what was going on. All his senses and reactions were heightened. He was her watchdog and he would not rest until she was safe. Until these nightmares no longer haunted her. Until her father's shadow no longer hung over her. The marred muscles of his shoulder twitched with the thought of the crow wolf. It was his permanent reminder of that night they first dueled. Though Corvus did not know what he had done that night. It was that night that had brought he and Cwmfen together. The man would have had a dangerous enemy with the vigilante to begin with, but he was even more fearsome now. He had so many reasons to fight as hard as he ever had to stop the beating of that man's black heart.
As she lay upon her back and looked into his eyes he saw the fear shimmering in them. Like in the eyes of a frightened animal of prey. But she was not a frightened creature. She was no prey. She was Cwmfen, his strong and beautiful lover, and to see her as such brought great disease to him. But he did not show it. Did not even lend a hint to that. Because he had to be strong for her now. He had to show that he was not afraid of what lay ahead of them. Right now she needed his strength and he would give that to her. Onus knew it hadn't just been a dream, but her next words made him forget that weak excuse. His arm moved to lay around her back, holding her to him. "Stay here with me." He did not mean it as though she could hide away from him here, but that Onus would be here to protect her always if she did. He knew they could not hide. That the end of this was upon them like a storm cloud. But they could be prepared. He could be her shadow.
"Or if you will not do that I will patrol outside Dahlia's borders day and night. I know I cannot come inside, but I can watch for him outside. He'll have to go through me to get to you." The coyote was not the type for jests and she knew this. He meant his words with ever fiber of his being. Corvus was a big enough evil that he could abandon all other patrols to wait for him. He would do everything he could to keep the man from Cwmfen and the way he could do that was to stay near her.
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Hahah. Cwmfen: “There a monster under the bed—I know there is!”
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How weak she must seem, she thought immediately, how fearful. But here, with Onus, it did not seem to matter. Where she had to maintain that fearless composure for those she protected (and indeed, it was an effortless thing for there was not many things that she feared), here she could show weakness. Here, with him, she could be afraid. Here she was able to let her guard down. He could protect her. For once, she did not have to be strong or stronger.
As his arm held her close, there was a rush of exhaustion as if the vigilance of her fear was washed away as it fade. Yes... it was right for her to be here with him. A quiet whine escaped her throat, her fingers coming up to brush against his fur near her own muzzle. Her eyes were still closed as she breathed in his scent. How she so dearly wished to stay there with him. But that could not be, and both parties had known it from the beginning. There was much still for her within Dahlia, and Cercelee would need her. She would have to return, return to her duties. Return to her search of Brennt and return to her search of Corvus. She had to protect those who were less apt than she. As much as she wished to remain here with him, she did not think that she could. And she knew that he could not come with her. We’ve known it from the start; always together, always apart. It was like a bittersweet curse, but one that she would not change for the world.
His words caused a quiet warm smile to break the stillness of that woad bound maw. There—again—with so little effort she was able to fall in love with him. "Corvus will not be waiting for me there," she replied quietly, almost suddenly, and knew it to be true. While she had said that Corvus would be coming for her—and he was—he would not come for her. Corvus had not waited these months to simply find her. That would have been too simple for him. He had to turn this into a sick game, one that would force her in the end to seek him out. That was the purpose of the game. But the woman had not yet allowed herself to go. She did not want to give Corvus what he had come to get. Yet, somehow she knew that it was inevitable. "He will wait until I seek him—or until you beat me to him."
The dream crept back to her like a ghostly whisper. Corvus so close, and her so suddenly alone with that blood upon her hands. But the blood had not been her’s nor Corvus’—and it had been on her hands. Her eyes opened as she shifted, giving the man she loved a quiet kiss upon the lips. "Just give me tonight," the woman said, her white eyes looking into his, drawn into that darkness. "That’s all I’ll need."
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He could never think of her as weak. He knew her too well to ever believe such a thing. There were so many who would not have made it past what she already had. Most would have given up, resigned themselves to their fate. But not her. As much as it frightened her he knew she would not just give in. And so she had something she feared. One or two things was a great deal less than most creatures in this life. He was not without his own fears. Such as the fears for her safety and well being. He could not say he had ever feared much else. He had never feared an enemy, never feared death. But that did not mean he looked down on those that had things that made them afraid. That's why he was here after all. To chase the monsters and shadows back into oblivion.
Onus knew even as the words had left his mouth that she would not be able to accept his offer to stay with him. But somehow he had felt the need to say it regardless. Perhaps to let her know that she was always welcome here. That she would always be wanted and he would always keep her safe. His arm squeezed her more tightly as she whined. That whine which was so different than any that he had caused her to emit last night. The man hated to see her like this. He wanted this all to be over so she could finally be at peace. Her next words slightly disturbed him, though he supposed he was not surprised. The man was a sick bastard and so liked to play his little games. He toyed with them all as if he were some dark god. But I'll show him, he thought with a quiet inner purpose. I'll show him how mortal he really is. "Then don't seek him out. Let me find him." He didn't know if that was something she could do however. It made him nervous, to feel there was so little he could do to stand between her and Corvus.
He closed his eyes as her lips silently touched his, that quiet kiss muting his raging thoughts and concerns. Just give me tonight. Those dark orbs opened and looked back into their opposing pair. He rubbed his muzzle lovingly against her own. "Of course," the man said softly, his fingers rubbing her back. "Whatever you need, I'm here for you." And I always will be.
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