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@Ezimette :DD EZON FOR LIFE

Life had been destroyed. Teekon was doomed. They were doomed. Was his love also doomed? Was He doomed? It seemed as if everyone who got close to him met with a terrible fate. He could be cursed. But, if he hadn't been cursed from the beginning, he would've never met Asterr, never met Ezimette nor Noctura, Eve, Leo... All of his friends were by his side because he was doomed, and it was time to tell the most important - to him- one how much she meant to him.

He may not be a Gamma yet, but with food now scarce, Teekon being a wasteland... He wanted to to make that if these were his last days, he would be blessed and spent them with the pale beauty. It was night and the starts shined bright beside the moon, creating a setting that was breathtaking, even with all the destruction. The delta looked up from the place he was resting. Most of the locusts were gone and everyone had now settled down. A perfect night to confess, right?

The brute sighed, getting up from the roof where he spent most of his nights even when they had a warmer "downstairs". He didn't know why, but he felt more alive the higher he went. He knew though, that his love was all the way down. He started walking to the spot where it was the safest to go down and he safely made it to the cave. He sniffed the air, and it didn't take long for him to scent the sweet scent of Ezi, still a bit mixed with the familiar scent of heat. Would Asterr even allow the two having children? He shook his head. This wasn't the time nor place to decide that.

Ezi? He whispered. Ezimette, where are youuu...? He followed, walking toward - what he thought- was her sleeping place.

Yay! I got The Cyanide Rose(Odyssey) to come over too!~I also found this adorable poem that I desperately needed to add.~By Jason Roop

  Ezimette was so fearful now. So, dearly, fearful. It was hard, really with the Teekon being devoured by locusts, what a pain. The little ember had been bringing nutritional herbs to Ezi, as she had gone through hard times in the past and had just recovered, so it was vital to keep the ghost's strength up. It was hard sometimes to go on with life, but it was all worth it because of one soul.

I know it hasn't been long since I last saw you my dear,
But to me it feels as long as five hundred year.
I miss you to the point I am loosing all sanity,
There has to be an end to all this calamity.

I think of you every second and every breath,
For you I would stare even into the face of death.
To kiss your lips is to taste the sweetness of love,
And it brings forth feelings from the heavens above.

To look into your eyes is to gaze into the sky,
So beautiful with the stars and the heavens inside.
To see your smile is to see the divine,
This poem is for you, sweet love of mine.

He was her every thought, her every breath, her only air. The only one who kept her from letting herself tumble into a pool of doom was him....him... Oh her Jolon, she wanted him so badly. Out of lust, out of love, out of need. He clawed at her thoughts but kept her heart beating. She needed him so badly. Every cold night in the chamber which she slept in since Suniku--who had made her feel too fearful to sleep outside alone--would end soon. That was if the pale beauty was able to throw away her self-tormenting and shaming. For though she was beautiful, she felt as if she were not a good wolf because of the past. She would have to get past that, eventually though, for he hung the moon, and she could not let him slip through her fingers.

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His breath was slow and steady, yet his heart was beating faster than ever. He had never felt something like this, like his heart could pop out of his chest. His heart was fragile, having been through much, so he was more scared than anything to fall in love. Yet here he was, searching for his fiery little sprite alone in the dark. What if she didn't feel the same? What if there was another who had caught her eye? He feared rejection, but he was more afraid of never knowing.

He snorted softly. It was a cool spring night, less warm now without plants keeping cold breezes outside the cave. Would his white ghost be cold? The wind played with his fur, a cold yet satisfying feeling, and he could swear it made sparkles dart around him. She was his every thought, riding the whispers in his head and he silently surrendered.

Finally, he reached the lying body of his sprite, his dear love that knew his story, knew his problems. She knew everything what there was to know about him. He had killed for her, wept for her, and in return she had given him a reason. A reason to keep on going. Was she asleep? He gently nudged her, silently trying to wake her.

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 Ezimette felt a soft nudge and rose her head, finding Jolon's handsome figure looming over her. She brushed her muzzle and cheeks against him. "Jolon...Are you alright?" She rose to her feet, stretching her long, sleek figure out and joining his side, encouragingly nudging him upwards to climb to the surface. Once they had both reached the surface, she poked her nose into his fur and laid her head upon his broad shoulders, watching the moon glow down upon their barren wasteland. Their home nevertheless, though it may be a wasteland. A low thrum rumbled from her throat, content buzzing in her voice. She shivered and pressed deeper into Jolon's thick, smooth fur when the wind blue at her elegant form. Their breaths mingled in the cool night and she looked to him. Not just physically, but mentally, as she aspired to move from Zeta to the rank just below him once he became Gamma.
 Ezimette blinked her beautiful, vibrant, impossibly green eyes slowly. Every moment with him she savored more than any moment she had ever. "Oh Jolon..." she cooed, her silky voice shaking with shivers.

No problem! I assume they're on the roof? If not, please tell me and I will change it :)

She awoke, oh God, she was even more beautiful in the dim light of the moon shining inside the cave. Jolon nodded. Oh yeah, he was fine, despite the feeling his heart could explode any minute now. His heart was almost like a fragile clock, even though he didn't know what a clock was. The clock of his heart had caught fire, now blazing so bright one could see the light if they only looked close enough. He wanted to be her guide, lead her to better days. She just had to follow the ticking sounds of his clock heart.

She nudged him, silently requesting for them to go elsewhere. Jolon followed without saying a word, his cheeks red, his knees weaker with every step he took. Oh, his fiery little sprite. She was an arsonist, a breath-taking one. He sat down, the weight of Ezimette against his shoulder, his head making it's way to hers to rest it there. He grinned, not believing they were sitting like this under the light of the moon. It wasn't forbidden. My little sprite, I have something to confess... He spoke, his voice low, his breath steady.