[mature] wild as all the love you lost

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen expects to feel possessive over the corpse when Gale joins her to feed, but she doesn’t. He cracks open the chest and devours the heart, and her own bloodlust fades enough for her to smile while she eats. It is a strange sense of happiness, what she feels while her hunger fades and they are both there, coated in the blood of the same victim. That feeling of being together.  The list of things that both exist and don’t continues to grow, becoming a twisting mass. But Mazikeen does not mind now, she is satisfied with the conflict of this being both Gale and not-Gale, of loving and hating him. None of it worries her and the only thing she finds herself hoping is that this will be the first of many meals they share of this sort. Her lips curl back momentarily when he presses his lips against her jaw, but then she feels warmth. Something eases into her skin as he presses against her side. Her hunger satisfied now, Mazikeen’s mind returns to other things and she allows this touch, enjoys it and savours it as she had just savoured the meat she had eaten. She should ask about what that heat was, what the flames he had just stamped out mean, but his contented sigh delights her and she forgets to. So Mazikeen turns her head, licking his cheek - picking up some of the blood that had splattered there - and softly tells him “You tasted better.” A thought comes to her, and Mazikeen’s colours revert back to her own beneath all the crimson. Her muzzle moves down to his throat and she buries her nose into his drenched fur - finding she likes the combination of his scent and fresh blood. It stirs two different hungers and almost distracts her from speaking the thought that had come to her just a second ago, but she holds onto it anyway. “And me?” Her voice is a cold burn again now, but she still presses back into him as she asks “What did I taste like?” m a z i k e e n .

 

@Gale