[mature] heaven help me for the way I am

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Gale becomes feline as well, a black lion with a matching pair of leathery wings, and he strides toward her. He’d seen the way her face had fallen, the way she’d given a perfunctory nod with shaded eyes that had just moments ago been burning back at him. He’d seen the lust in them, knows that moments ago Gale's eyes had been burning with the same. The hunger for her had felt nearly insatiable, but as a thing without a true corporeal body it is able to push those needs away while it thought of other things. (Or perhaps that is just one of his host’s habits that he has adopted as his own.) The uncertainty in her voice rings sweet in his ears, as delightful as the screams at her death, though not not quite so harmonic as the moans of pleasure they’d just shared beneath the stars. With a truly wicked smile, he presses close, and as he runs sharp teeth along her throat tells her that they can do that again any time she’d like. “Only when you’d like,” it adds, releasing her from the obedience that had her seek him out tonight. He is confident she’ll do so again. So with a flick of his dark tufted tail, he blinks, and the pair of them are in the heart of the redwoods, standing in front of a boy that some sense has told him is family. @Mazikeen