lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
“I’m willing to bet they’re not as sharp though.” He quips, watching her take a page from his book and flop onto her side. Oh Zojja. Her presence does nothing but ease the tension he feels had begun to grow between his shoulders since he’d left the Chamber. There was something so incredibly comforting about her presence. Lupei, far from any sort of definition of a gentleman, would be hard-pressed to find the company of a mare he rarely saw as relaxing, but Zojja was simply the exception to that rule. Her remark about his sister prompts a nasty smirk, and the black wolf tilts his head. “It does get better with age, if that’s any consolation to you.” He offers. “Dacia could be considered tolerable now I suppose.”
He laughs at his own joke, knowing well that his mother would disagree. Unbeknownst to him the two of them shared more in common than they knew. His dam has always coddled Dacia, and now his color-changing half sibling was making her pay the price for that with her resistance to authority and ‘devil-may-care’ attitude. When Zojja mentions that her shifting had been a lifelong gift, Lupei can’t help but raise his furry brows in surprise. Why had it taken them so long to come together again? Obviously, the two were a much better pair than he had originally anticipated. He’d never really considered pairing up with another equine for longer than was necessary, mostly because he’d quickly grown bored with anyone he’d come across.
When she teases him, he laughs in return. She understands, better than most women, that casual encounters were simply that. Casual. Hell, Lupei couldn’t even remember the names of most of the mares he’d come across, much less what they looked like. But her jabs get him thinking - what about her? Did Zojja have anyone to warm her at night? Was Lupei her casual encounter? The thought irks him, and despite himself he shakes his head visibly to chase the idea away. The player does not enjoy having the tables turned against him. “The Gates or the Deserts?” He scoffs, “Is that where you call home?” He questions. He wouldn’t care anyways. A kingdom like the Chamber demanded his loyalty only because he’d made a promise to them, it did not define him. Zojja, he felt, was the same.
Her curling stretch has him itching to feel her pressed closed to him, to mingle their coats together in a symbolic clash of color. Light and dark coming together to bring balance to his life. Zojja gives him the answer he’d been pining for from the start, and his mouth tapers backwards in a wolfish grin. So she was staying. Lupei could agree with himself that he was rather pleased with that declaration. As her nose glides against his shoulder he angles his head downward to inhale her, bright blue eyes closing so that he can memorize her distinct scent, should he ever lose her again. “Or maybe, for a change, I could follow you around and see what’s interesting enough that it keeps you hidden from Beqanna.”
ooc: sorry for the wait, wanted it to be decent and lengthy
