[open] within his dreams he sees the life he made, any

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

If the shadow serpent catches her off guard it doesn’t show although her steps slow only slightly, hesitant, until she recalls seeing such a thing before around Chemdog when she had first met him in the Field. She was the epitome of all things sugar and spice on the surface with the tangle of jungle flowers weaved deeply into her sable tresses, the smoky spiral that graces her forehead, the hint of gold that peeks from long lashes that flutter with natural flirtation at him as she nears. The few bite marks that still linger across her buttery pelt tell only a piece of the story of what she had been up to in the time that’s passed between them. He seems pleased to see her, her name filling her ears with warmth as she finally settles beside him. She chuckles at his response and gives a quiet smile as his muzzle grazes her shoulder, his lips tracing a path that had been traveled by a rougher mouth than his awhile ago. She had never minded being touched and she doesn’t mind now although his gesture of affection brings back memories that make her curious. “I’ve been looking for my brother.” She responds honestly, looking up at him with her usual brightness. “Half-brother really.” So far she had some promising leads and intended on following them shortly. But it wasn’t her quest for her sibling that had brought her to the Cove today. “I thought I would stop here along the way since I’ve never been.” She grins at him, something wolfish and taunting as she tosses her thick petaled locks to reveal the pale dapples hidden beneath along the crested arch of her neck. “How lucky for you I've come or you might have been lost for ages.”

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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I was hoping he would be happy to see her