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how can I stop myself from eating the human I want to befriend?
He wanted to shelter her in his warmth, in his scent, his body, and protect her completely from everything beyond him.
“Look at me, I am a smart Mavka who makes the antler one feel useless. Who tells him all his ideas are stupid even though he thinks they are fantastic.”
“Will... you give me a name?” He wouldn’t be selfish and ask for two. One name would make him happy.
He noticed that the colour of her brown eyes grew lighter in the sun and almost appeared to have flecks of honey and gold. He tried to control his tail from tapping against the dirt in joy at seeing this mesmerising difference.
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.
“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.
I will protect it, always, so that you are never hurt again.”
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.
To Delora, he was a person. An odd-looking person who had a very strange face.
Did she know that Nameless would do anything to save her? He wanted her to have faith in him. He was the keeper of her soul. He would protect it and her until the end of time.
he was her protector, which is why that name had come to her. She liked it for him, but she would think of something better if he hated it. “Magnar is your name for me?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. “Yeah, but if you don’t–” “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.
he spun in a circle while lowering his skull so he could press the side of his jawbone against the entire side of her face. “I like it. I like my name. I like that you chose it for me.” He began to nuzzle her, and tenderness bloomed within her chest. Her lips quirked like they wanted to curl upwards. “Magnar,” she whispered as she brought her hands up to cup the end of his snout to return his little embrace.
those plump, bulging hips of hers gave him this strange desire to... gnaw on them.
“Welcome to the horny Duskwalker club.”
Magnar kept running away because he was thinking with his dick
Post-natal depression was a bitch and was made worse by the fact that none of this was fucking normal.
“It’ll take a lot more than a biting baby to scare me off.”
here he had been, stupidly thinking Delora’s breasts existed to be played with by him, considering she’d liked it whenever he touched them. He liked that they were so big they moved under the power of his tongue, forcing him to chase her nipples around. It was like a secret game he was playing with them.
