The path to Kitch's den site was well worn with the evidence of Abraxas' pawprints. In the time since Nemesis' untimely departure, the resident Reaper had found companionship in the snow-cloaked woman. Something was captivating about her, something that he could undoubtedly acknowledge as infatuation, but he did not act on such emotions; he had other motives in regards to their trust.
There was a silent agreement between the two wolves, one in which Abraxas sought poppies for Kitsch. For quite some time he had fueling her addition to the scarlet blossom; soon, he would take her access to the opioid and watch as she crumpled under the weight of her addiction.
Only a few more days, Abraxas promised himself.
It was as he walked that he caught sight of her lounging in the early-Autumn light that danced upon the forest floor. He diverted his path quickly so that he could get to her. "Kitsch," Abraxas greeted once he paused alongside the older wolf, his words spoken around the valuable plant that he clamped down on.
There was a silent agreement between the two wolves, one in which Abraxas sought poppies for Kitsch. For quite some time he had fueling her addition to the scarlet blossom; soon, he would take her access to the opioid and watch as she crumpled under the weight of her addiction.
Only a few more days, Abraxas promised himself.
It was as he walked that he caught sight of her lounging in the early-Autumn light that danced upon the forest floor. He diverted his path quickly so that he could get to her. "Kitsch," Abraxas greeted once he paused alongside the older wolf, his words spoken around the valuable plant that he clamped down on.
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RE: pink wine - by Abraxas - October 25, 2017, 04:03 PM
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