Cerulean Cape The Wind And The Sky!

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Content with Engel's response and slightly smug at the way he rubbed against her, she allowed herself a smile of her own, knowing he would not be able to see it. If he had, he would have seen for the first time the ice that lingered under her meticulously-crafted facade. But his face was against her fur, then, and the poor man surely missed his only warning.
The shadow made sure she was as comfortably tucked against the red-furred male as she could get before she closed her eyes and allowed her breathing to even out, feigning sleep. She would not sleep, not like this-- she couldn't.
Samaantine had never been able to sleep with another so near to her, even the few times (during her earlier days, she couldn't help noting to herself to avoid wounding her own pride) she had so desperately tried. The events blended in her memory with the rest of her early attempts at being normal; now she knew better, though. She did not try anymore to be something she was not.
The Messeda girl was made to invade, to take, to destroy from the inside-- but she had not yet reached her full potential, she knew. But similarly she knew that she would not stop until she had.