RIPPED HER APART
The Huntress was out of her element surely. The cold winter Nights had come to an end, Spring had begun - And with it came the fatal reminder of Tarbens threat. She had yet to produce any children for the new treaty. The prior would have been much harder, granted. Dawnshire had allies, but a litter of five or six to cover all ends seemed terrifying to say the least. She barely let herself get to know Draven, and Dawnshire was dead silent since the night she asked him to be her mate. That's when she felt the pull in her chest, something she never felt with Kratos - A soulmate tie. The pink thread pulsed when she thought of Draven, knowing he was connected on the other end was something she held onto in such times of loneliness.
Truth be told, she was terrified to get close again. Kratos's death was so sudden, and with it she felt she lost the only family she grew to be close to. She had Hecate, but she was a Queen herself. Cato too seemed to fall off the face of the earth by the sounds of it. Now . . . Now she had to worry. A season, only a couple of months to raise and rear at least one baby girl to give off to Fenrir to save Dawnshire. It was a heart wrenching fear of hers, and part of her hoped to save her unborn, unconceived childs poor soul from such a monster. Tarben was not a safe place, and everyone in the realm new this. Hell, she fought in Phobus's War, where the beast himself Phobus had holed up with a stolen Princess of Hawthorne after raping another Princess. They nearly celebrated him there. She would have to raise her children to learn to survive, to be cunning.
The Queen had to act fast, a fear washing over her that might soon consume her into not allowing Draven to touch her to save her future offspring. She had debated such things since Fenrir first spoke the words. But it was this - or death. Her bluejay wings fluttered through the cool night air, following the cord that connected her to her other half. They had yet to share a den together even, she kept to herself and fled after their tied snapped into place. She let herself lower to the ground, her pumpkin colored hues glowing in the night as her crystal covered crown rose to speak into the door of his den. "Draven?" She called softly, his scent alone enough to drive her mad as it hit her nares. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she silently exhaled. "It's Esmae." She murmured, ivory frame quietly slipping into his den. If he was inside, she would look to meet his gaze. "I am sorry for how I ended things last time we spoke, Draven. Please understand, my last love, he passed away and I cannot lose another . . . The last thing I wish is for us to rush anything, but I fear we're running out of time." Her voice spoke, soft and gentle. "Your scent alone however . . . " She let out a breathtaking sigh. "I can't keep myself away from you anymore, I fear. I want you to take me."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BURY HER HEART
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