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Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin

Everywhere he goes in this land, he catches the floral jungle scent of his sister. Yet he never sees her. The idea that maybe he is haunted in the way that Aela’s son might be has begun to cross his mind. He says nothing to anyone else, even Cheri. Between the haunting of his sister, the guilt over Obsidio that seems to eat him from the inside out, and the slithering that is slowly returning, squeezing softly at his insides mostly when he is apart from her… He will not add to her worries.

Everything is still so new between them, crossing that line from enemy to lovers. It feels fragile, delicate. He’s certain he will ruin it. He’s certain he will ruin her. A soft click of scales fall into place beneath the long silky threads of his ebony and gold mane, as if in agreement as his thoughts travel down darker paths.

Once that was something he had thought he desired, destroying her. How quickly that has changed. Now instead of watching storms all night to escape his wild dreams… He watches her sleep beside him. Curled into his chest, the soft rhythmic rise and fall, her gentle breaths warm against his glittering flesh. It is a strange thing, the power of his emotion, that’s wormed itself through stone and opened his heart to something raw and overwhelming. In public, he remains cold and stoic minus the stolen warm glances or smirks he sends her way. His tongue is still sharp, when it needs to be. Alone with her, he is a different beast that can’t ever seem to satisfy his craving of her.

The pain of losing the Pampas seems so small now.
What was lost to the sea could stay there.
His heart had finally found a place to land.

Of course he had not told her this, these feelings he truly has for her. The knowing that she is the only one meant for him. Because for how long? How long would this beautiful dream last?

In the twilight hours, he stands beneath the tall woods looking out where gray silvery sand reaches out for the ocean beyond. He’s starting to understand his calling to the sea. It was more than just his obsessions with storms (with her), why he finds himself looking out on cliffs to the wild waves below or the choppy ocean he gazes at now, turning his dark expression towards Nerine.

It reminds him of his mother. (”I use to live in Nerine, I loved to watch the ocean there.”) Her voice floats through long pointed ears, a faint memory when they had stood together in the Pampas.

It reminds him of the home he had sworn he would never return to.

She breaks his train of thought, appearing from the mist with a teasing smile. The hardness fades from his features when he turns to look at her, an unusual warmth in the glittering iris’s of red. Her mouth presses against him and he doesn't hold back a low murmur of pleasure, wasting no time in returning the favor. The soft click of scales retreating is faintly heard as he reaches for her, his muzzle resting for a moment against her cheek. “I suppose.” He murmurs quietly, knowing they all had their own misgivings on being here for a variety of reasons.

Pulling back to find her gaze, he asks the question that had been bothering him most. “I’m still not sure why you didn’t want it. It was your home after all.” If anyone had a claim to it, it would be her. “I do hope you know your not getting away scot free from this.” He drawls softly in her velvet ear, teeth finding her neck in a sharp nip as that warmth changes to something impish. “Champion of Taiga seems a good title for the Shield of Justice.” He grins wickedly against her skin, his mood already improving just by being so close to her.

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