Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

he wouldn't leave her alone. ljósgleypir could feel her warmth trickling off her in warm radiance. it clung to him, sucking the boiling blood from his veins. he'd allow such an invasion, the cloud his mind, his judgement. a hot breath fanned from his lips to her cheek, nose brushing briefly against her lip.

do you like it here? came his words, rough and coiled from the back of his throat. his eyes dropped from her pupils to her lips in a brief once over. here he had meant her home. where they were now— he didn't care. they could make this their kingdom if she sought a higher reprieve. what he sought, was a wife.

is...your home forever? leave, the word was held back in his throat. with me, ljósgleypir's muscles twitched, muzzle lifting from her lips to her temple, awaiting an answer that could determine his fate— never see her again, or take her with him. ljósgleypir was not a man to linger where he was not wanted.

did she want him?