The Sunspire the world was on fire

his body steeled to her approach on instinct, a hardening that melted instantly when he felt only the cold tenderness of her leather nose, pressed to his skin of his shoulder in hesitant affection. stigmata beheld the dawn bellibone from a sharp corner of his gaze - tracing the slim line of her muzzle, and the almond curve of her ripe, piercing eyes. she promised to remain; to call his kingdom her own; that she belonged to him, as surely as he belonged to her.

stigmata was capable of belonging to a single she-wolf, but none so far had gone the extra mile to make it known it was what they wanted. he had been the one to proposition takiyok during the fall, and their relationship was not so much based on emotion, as it was on mutual trust and appreciation for one another. he saw no reason to limit himself when there were no restrictions being placed on him...

he leaned into ketzia, hoping to convey through touch how deeply he felt towards her words. "i will earn you every day, ketzia." he murmured. "your loyalty will not go unrewarded."