Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
This is the time to strike. He need only reach out one long leg, draw the cub forward, and crush the life from its lungs. In his afternoon of magic, Gale has learned that Malik has none of his kinfolk’s regenerative healing. One death and he will be gone forever, his life snuffed out just as it began. Again.
The cub finds his way to the warm nest Mazikeen has just left, burying himself beneath the leaf litter and pine boughs.
Gale does not move at all.
The opportunity passes him by, the child is out of reach, and Mazikeen is coming closer. She presses her head against him, but he does not react at all. Nor does he respond to the affection in her touch or the brightness in her orange eyes as she beckons him deeper into the sleep warm cave.
He swears to himself that he will not follow meekly. Yet he does, steady and quiet and wordless. Follows her farther, till the bright light from the snowy entrance has faded and only the glow of their bodies light the inner stone of the mountain around them. He doesn’t stop when she does, but continues forward till he has her pinned against the rock.
“You have broken me.” He accuses, but the sound is muffled by the way he buries his face in her neck, and by the hungry kisses against her throat as he continues. “Bewitched me.”
He swears to himself that he will not go too far.
Already his plans had been dashed. He should have been devouring her, having whet his appetite with Malik. Plans require adaptation, but there are other ways to kill her, other ways to make her cry.
He swears he will not go too far, but like most of his promises when it comes to Mazikeen, he doesn't keep his word.
The Curse should punish her, but he pulls her closer instead, hasty and indelicate in his motions. He feels the magic first, the soft shimmer of it, but there is no time for teasing, no time for anything but melting into her and losing himself entirely.
“I think of nothing but you when we are apart,” he growls into her ear as she arches beneath him, and perhaps she will recognize it as the threat he wants it to sound like. But mostly it sounds like the truth that it is, as honest as the low moans of pleasure that follow as he makes it clear - without words this time - that he has missed her as well.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance:glowing perlino leopard with lightning and iridescent navy blue scarring
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Gale
