This has been a really busy two days. Exciting as well. Suffice it to say that this kindred is now the proud mate (if that is the proper term), of a werewolf. The lycanthrope Ironclaw that I had met earlier turns out to be just like me in many ways, the important ways. We are now lovers, and I’m so very proud of being with him. I won’t drag out the whole courtship that we shared over the last two days, but is was a whirlwind of conversation, then pursuit (me with words, him literally), then consummating our night with the taste of his blood and the passion of his lust. To be honest I have never felt anything like this before. It may be just insatiable curiosity and the love of something new, but both of us want to see where it goes. He’s willing to try everything and I’ll test his limits. As far as I know, I am the only kindred ever to do this. In talking to him and making love to him, not only do I satiate our mutual desire for one another but I literally worship the Goddess and achieve pure mindlessness and oneness with my beast all at the same time. It is glorious.
Now, how did I become his ‘mate’? Besides the obvious, he said so. Again, I won’t go into the details, but after a challenge to his authority by my newly re-acquainted friend Lyla (also a werewolf), he fought like a true master of his world. An amazing specimen of pure raw male power. I’m liking him more and more. This can only get better.
I shouldn’t be selfish. There is a lot going on that I do not understand, and my brother was upset with the fight between Lyla and Ironclaw. Lyla, you see, is pregnant. I warned Ironclaw about it and he went out of his way to avoid hitting the baby. Honorable too! What an amazing place this Eldon Well is.
On, and by the way. In front of a whole mess of people who witnessed the fight he stated most insistently that I was his mate. Cool. I can play at that. I might even like it. I don’t think this one will disappoint me for awhile.