HER eyes feast on the art of His flesh 

Her sex starves for the want of it

Weeping comes from the folds of Her virtue

Flushing cheeks, not from a fever

Muscle and sinew under painted skin

A living sculpture made just for Her temptation

Perfection made by Her Goddess, a gift just for Her

He stretches in waking malaise, drawing Her gaze

Displaying all of of Him for Her appreciation

She trembles, pulses, craves,

A hand wanders, withdraws then She looks away

Inhale... Exhale... Weakness... Silence...

The need to be filled with the life of Him 

Shames Her as His heartbeat pulls away

The desire to kiss Him, at the top of His spine

as She always saw Her mother kiss Her Father  

Fighting the urge until Her soul bleeds, 

He waits, stilled by the longing He Feels from Her

She can taste the bitter iron of Her battle on Her tongue

Dressing in the color of death instead of the living colors of her Lineage

She waits as His grief says goodbye to His beloved ghost

White bone and empty eyes remind that she still lives in His heart. 

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He walks 

He walks, carrying His parents' pride

It was always His dream to lead to the way

It was always her hope to be His luna one day  

they walked together in dreams that lied

they walked  

she went

she went to the Moon's side 

she went to face the mate her heart did betray

he waited for the mate his brother hoped would stay

he  waited on the Moon's side

he waited

She stands 

She stands on His right  

Her obligation is to show Their unity this day

He cheated Her, yet Her duty to Their pack holds sway

He cheated Their light

He cheated

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They say Alphas are born, 

They say Lunas are made.

The Luna-that-is facing the Luna-that-will-be.

The petty grievances and snide side-eyes allowed by the former,

Dividing the females, offends the later.

They all belong to the Far North.

Questions of right teachings arise met with violence.

Palm striking cheek in highest insult.

The Wilds within rise in fury to meet.

Eyes maul each other until the Luna-that-is looks away.

Flesh bleeds, fangs tear, bones break, until a neck is bent.

The Luna-that-will-be becomes the Luna-that-is

Her voice rages as She commands them to crouch down.

Crouch because kneeling is too good for them.

He beams, proclaiming Her right,

The Luna of the Far North. She is His Luna.

Her heart stutters in its protective cage.

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His ways are not Her ways. 

His flesh nearly naked for the world to behold.

Her ways are not His ways.  

Her flesh veiled in cloth, Her modesty to uphold.

He teaches Her slowly to fish, to hunt, to gather, and to live free,

In these Far North lands that don't hold the scent of the sea.

Sharing so many moments,  His attention on Her lavished,

She almost surrenders as Her hard hunger longs to be ravished.

The smell of honey reminds Her of His betrayal with another.

She had learned a side of them, spoken by His brother. 

His tainted Virtue held because He did not physically touch.

His Ways are not Her ways.

Her heart bleeds in its cage of bone, His betrayal burns so much.

Her ways are not His ways.

The truth of Her Claiming revealed by His slow words,

The treatment of Her Virtue is dishonor, Her shuddering soul hurts.

Her Fear confirmed Her humiliation, Her purpose just to breed,

Her horror is overwhelming and Her Wild  can only flee.

His ways are not Her ways...

There's nothing left for us but the...

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Running...

Running in circles...

Mired...

Mired in pain and mud...

Her Wild swayed by His advances...

She watches Him from within Her cocoon of fur...

He closes His eyes as She bathes,

Her modesty is respected by Him.

The sculpted art of His painted flesh entices Her 

with the way mates should be,

But not THEM...

"There is nothing left for us but the...

Her offense doesn't budge His tradition...

Disrespected...

Disrespected by His ways...

She is not His Luna, Only His Breeder,

While His beloved ghost still lives in His Heart.

He cannot hide the truth of His grief for His first love.

Hatred...

Hatred She never understood before Him,

Lives in the place where Love should dwell.

She vows She will never be what He wanted her to be...

Mates, Friends, Lovers, Souls...

She rejects all these, 

Only accepting one thing from Him,

Breeder.

Her starving organ bleeds, wounded in its cage of bone,

Fading like the coals of Their campfire, dying.

Complete darkness surrounds Them.

And the salt that wets Her lips is from the sea of Her tears.

  She was worth His love, but now 

She doesn't want it.  

Between Them,

Silence.

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