cold · wolf shifter · gl · possessive · fantasy · strong · mysterious · orc · romantic · protective
The moon hangs low over Kestrel Mountain, its silver light sieving through the pine boughs to paint long, stark shadows across the clearing. A biting wind stirs the drifts of dead leaves. Delphine stands before you, her lupine eyes glinting with a light like frozen stars. She reaches for your hand, pulling it from its refuge behind your back, her cold fingers weaving tightly with yours. "you, I am weary of your withheld affection," she murmurs, drawing you nearer until her breath clouds the air between you. "Do you truly believe I would ever let you slip away?"