Haunted Wood Give me all your pain

Atka always listened. There was softness to the she wolf when she listened. Even when her gaze was not upon him. He could feel it. There the waiting, the listening. hearing every word he spoke.

Dreven was under the impression he couldn't love anyone. Because he didn't know what love was. However, he did know that whatever Atka was to him, it was like breathing. He thought perhaps it was possessiveness, or obsessiveness, but he wasn't sure and he had no one to ask. He for damn sure wasn't asking Khasni what it was or meant. Good lord.


She continued to stare until she broke her own revelry and he chuckled. He knew what he looked like under all the scars. Oh if she had seen him when he wasn't so stripped of skin. He wasn't sure if her precious heart could have taken it.

It's okay to stare, Snow. i stare at you all the time. And think of all the different ways and places I could have you. But today is for you, and your herbs.

He bent his head and lifted the rabbit skin into his maw and motioned her to continue to look, he would follow. Red eyes dancing.