Panther Park Long and hard

This post made me realize how much Damien's story resembles that of Renly Baratheon lmao

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Questions swarmed his thoughts, they always had. Damien was young, already of an age to breed, and not once had he felt any sort of sexual attraction to a female. There had been one time when he had felt arousal, yes. That time was unspoken ever since, and to the day it still haunted him with many kinds of guilt. But that's another story. Damien wanted to know whether he was like the rest, whether he could feel the same things and the only way he could think of that would help him figure it out was to get out there and experience in first person.

Damien was not a wolf of many friends. Hell, he was not a wolf of many acquaintances. He didn't have to think long to pick a candidate, and Asterr's name had been the first to pop up when the moment came to consider options. Yes, Asterr was a fine female, her good looks were hard to miss, and although he was biased on that opinion (she was like a clone to him), no one would deny her beauty.

In the night, the Dark Master left his seat, surely the pack would manage a couple days without him. His target was the higher peak of the mountain range, the same place he had found Asterr last time, and the safest place to find more signals of her. But he didn't have to climb the mountain. He found her at the base of the slopes, walking out a forest, just as if she had been looking for him. The scent of her reached him first, a sweet scent that did not smell like her normal self, it was a strong pull. "Asterr?" called the dark prince abashed, then came her eyes mounted on black, his own pale in them. For some reason she was even more radiant than the first time they'd met, and Damien wondered if that was what sexual attraction felt like.

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