02-08-2016, 10:05 PM
“I missed you,” comes the dragon’s voice again, guttural and husky from deep within his chest as he lips down the crest of her slender golden neck. Their story is one rife with tear-strewn, ripped, bloodied and lovesick pages. It hadn’t been an easy one, by any standard – but they had preserved, the Willow and the Oak. A clawed wing gently curving across her right flank, pulling her closer, tighter, harder against him. A low groan left his lips (betraying his pride) as his muzzle burrows into her throat, the beat of her heart pulsing hot and gentle. He had waited so long, prayed and kept the faith for so long that one day he would once again be able feel the beating of her heart again.
Yael had taken no lovers nor bore any children in the seven long years he had been gone. It seems she had kept that same faith that had been toiling in him all that same while, her heart waiting alone as his had. So while the perhaps more practical Golden Queen thinks it better to wait a bit longer for the pair to bring in a new child, the Nightwalker does not share those same reserves. The black bumps her delicate face upwards tenderly was he dislodges himself just far enough to now nip at her lithe side, “hmmm....a boy or girl this time,” he muses aloud, “perhaps both?” He turns and looks back at her with a rogue’s smile, yeah – easy for him to ask, huh?
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
