Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

The scent of her corvid fur grazed his nose. Air bursted between them in her landing, her teeth a shockwave across his ears. A dragons breath seeped from between his teeth and tongue; heavy, heated, scraping for life. Their paths have crossed, backs turned. Tell me I have life again.
Let me have yours.

He’d breathe into her everything she desired.

“As you wish.”

The ground threatened a morbid crack when his neck turned. Legs extended, teeth to a wolfs thirst and jaw opened with foul intent that plunged for her back. Intent to soothe. Intent to rip into her flesh alive. Intent to understand. Intent to learn her as she would learn him, and he was never more a being than he was now.

More of it.

More.

More.

More.

Spit flooded the air, wiry and burning with the very blood spinning through his body. Mind lost. Thoughts lead astray from this world and onto another, his body spinning aflame as he goes back into the deep. Everything he abandoned in dark night, erupted to return, engulfed. Bonario West is a relentless loose canon, whirling to grab her back and spin her violently to the ground. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? To have him. She’d have him, and all of him in whole. He wanted nothing more but her, the blood upon his teeth so that he might be able to experience the sensation of taste once more. Bronze hues buried beneath graves, willing to dig themselves deeper until he was blind.