Where words became moot, expression took their place. The calm of the den returning as both found individual peace that melded harmoniously together. No experience in life would have prepared her for this moment, and for this, she was glad for the surprise that came. A bud had been planted and with care it was nurtured. It was the presence of her shadow, his encouragement, his peace, that led to its growth until it blossomed and consumed her heart whole. She knew nothing of his past, the crimes, the dangers, his pain or his anger-only as he was when she met him. And while most would see a danger to themselves, a true demon not worth the adoration of an innocent, she believed no other was more worth it that he. Her adored, revered shadow and all his complications.
“…my shadow,” she claimed in but a whisper of breath into his nape. Nosing deeper she parted the dark fur with each calmed breath, then inhaled his scent in the raw found upon his skin. It was like no others, and she enjoyed it for this. Each breath savored as if upon her withdrawal she would never know of it again. And though she cherished it, loved it, she was bold in her assertion of another. Her tongue peeked through, timid in its progression, then slid along the oiled fur to flesh leaving upon him a scent that was hers. And hopefully accepted. |