Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

her breath came in soft plumes, mingling with the cold air as she tilted her head slightly to accept his kiss, the raw tenderness of it against the backdrop of their shared violence. she was both hunter and hunted, and in this moment, wholly his.

sun eater she murmured, her voice steady, though a faint tremor of exhilaration lingered beneath it. blood warmed her fur, the remnants of their conquest, and she felt its weight as though it tethered her to him, to their purpose, to the land that demanded strength in every breath.

the children will know, she said softly, her gaze lifting to meet his, the ice of her eyes glinting like tempered steel. her voice shackled with lanzadoii, she was trying her best for him! they will learn from this—the hunt, the blood, the fire. they will be yours, sun eater, through and through.

she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his cheek, her body a quiet testament to the strength they shared. there was no doubt, no hesitation. only resolve.