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Orpheus never visited him, but Nameless tried to find any excuse to meet him at his home. He does not like me near there. He didn’t understand why. I mean no harm to Reia – his female. Opening his bone jaw to part his upper and lower fangs, he let out a louder sigh than normal. She is nice. I want a human like her. Perhaps one that didn’t smell like sticks and thorns, but a human nonetheless. He wanted a human to touch. He didn’t quite understand the difference between a male or a female. He just wanted a friend. A friend.
He could think about the humans as much as he wanted, could ponder and wish, but it wasn’t like one would fall from the sky.
The idea of being able to do something the other Mavka couldn’t do excited him. He always felt inadequate compared to Orpheus. Nameless could practice with this human who was sleeping. If he couldn’t do it, then he would eat her and tell no one of his failure.
“I would bear your pain for you if I could, soft human.”
She was too cowardly to kill herself, but she also knew she was no longer brave enough to live.
Love was a burden. Friendship was a burden. Family was a burden. She was a murderer; she didn’t deserve freedom. Her head was a jungle of confusing and conflicting thoughts, and she already knew she didn’t have the will to not be lost in it.
Her lips parted with shock. “Are you stupid or something?” “Yes.” He grabbed the side of his snout and rubbed it, before looking off to the side. “I have been told I am stupid.”
“Will... you give me a name?” He wouldn’t be selfish and ask for two. One name would make him happy.
His tail stilled as a coldness rushed through his heart. His shoulders slumped. Why does no one wish to give me something special to be called?
He’d also asked Orpheus, but he hadn’t liked any of the names he’d given him. Fox-face. Annoyance. Antler-head.
“I don’t want to be alive anymore,” she whispered. “But I also don’t want to die.”
“If you do not want to be responsible for your life, then give me your soul.” He would protect it, nurture it, and keep it safe for her if she did not want to. He would make it his, then he would make her his.
He was desperate to touch her, but she said she was not his to touch. Nameless would rectify that.
There was a warmth in his gut, lukewarm, but remarkable. Instantly, his insatiable hunger faded. It was as if all this time he’d been doing nothing but waiting for this woman to give him her soul.
“Because I have felt pain here too. I have lived over a hundred years, and when I was shown just how alone I was by seeing the happiness of others, I found it difficult.” Then he placed his warm hand against the side of her face to hold it. “Your presence in my home has already eased this for me, and I wish to ease your hurt in return.”
“I have a name!” he yelled with joy, his eyes turning bright yellow as he leapt, making Delora squeal in surprise when they both went into the air.
There was a predatory energy coming from him now as he slowly, at her pace, began to follow her retreat.
How was she supposed to know that the best way to be fucked into bliss was to hop on top of a Duskwalker’s dick?
“You are bonded to me. You gave me your soul. It is mine. I own it. Hold it. Cherish it.”
