[private] The beginning of The End [DIORAE]

[Longclaw]

Don't be afraid when the night wolves cry,
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.

He’s found something in Diorae that beckons the darkest parts of himself to the surface. Though her golden skin reminds him of his favorite ghost-girl, when it trails across his shoulder in the shape of her lips he strikes gently - an empty nip right above the bridge of her nose. There seemed to be nothing, and yet everything in the shape of that warning; Diorae herself might feel no pain from it but the message had been clear enough: You’re to be touched, not the other way around.

But she’s new to this, so he forgives her.

The nip is followed by the brush of his shimmering tail as it flicks sideways to glide over her hind legs, and then he’s moving forward into the expanse of churning water. Longclaw himself won’t look back for her, though the creatures of the air peer down with enough interest. Land creatures, taking to the sea … how odd! Soon, though, their cries and joyful wheeling are gone and all that remains is the looming shape of Tephra’s volcano in the distance. The two tread carefully enough, that singular, smoking goal in mind.

They’ll never reach it, or rather, Diorae will never reach it, but that certain end seems not to bother them - even as Longclaw halts and turns bare, white eyes to her trailing form.

Carnage will take and shape her, and Longclaw will be all the happier for it.

Longclaw