Emberwood abeo [m]

*deceased*

Her eyes blackened as they moved. The spirit that had come to her in the second dawn of her life stole into the forefront of her mind and steered her after the silvering man. She watched him, and thought less and less. She felt less and less like herself- and in the few dying moments of whatever she’d been before, she looked upon him when he pressed his muzzle against her with heavy desire.

”Yes” Her voice was a breathy gasp, a plea. Consumed, she breathed in his scent and exhaled, her own breath hot as dragon fire.