He nudged further and suddenly she hit the floor with a small yelp. Strands of ivory curls splayed across the ground as he pressed a heavy paw upon her stomach. Pinning her to the dias. She winced slightly and murred as he licked at her face and neck. It tickled more than teased. She giggled softly and laced her arms around his neck holding him close.<br/><br/>"My dear sweet Wolfos.."<br/><br/>She cooed quietly. He was unscathed, unmarred by the centuries. But Espe.. Espe had been damaged in the transformation. The revival from death into life. Every breath she took was through another. Every move she made was through a greater force. Her scent, her voice it was all her.. but her body.. her appearance, it was not the Espe from centuries ago. This new task unfolded would lead her on a journey to find her body.<br/><br/>To find the Gods who did this to her.. who tormented them. Tore them apart and forced them to suffer. They had murdered her in hopes of getting to him, hurting him, making him weak. But not even the Gods could keep her away from him. She nuzzled into the furr of his neck, tangling her digits in the thick mass. Breathing in heavily of his scent. Letting every fiber in her being relax.<br/><br/>"Oh Syrus..."<br/><br/>She almost cried.. her voice was weak, her heart raced with excitement, with love. Her body ached with desire, but not here.. not now. She coiled her arms around his thick neck and held his furred body close. Comforting, familiar. A sign that she had a chance of becoming real again.. of living.