There they were, crushed in together at last.
Close proximity in a stolen moment beside the warm furs of the warg -- still warm from the creature's life being fresh taken.
There was pain. There was adrenaline. Both hearts were racing and the hapless warg's heart was brought to a standstill.
Ryheric crushed himself in, vehemently close to his companion, who was crushed by the weight of the huge warg the size of three horses above them. Blanketing them with the assurance of secure deadweight.
...For a brief moment, breaths were drawn harder. Hearts pounded, and the pair squeezed in closer together. Closer than appropriate. Closer than might ever be seen again...
.... And then Eirik swore in ecstatic terror.
"FUUU-------"
The sound was drowned out by orange.
Orange, everywhere..... and sudden nightmare that overtook them both in the great calamity during the Siege of the Dead Hamlet as Tate's arrow met its mark and the apocalypse arrived.
They both suddenly knew how Sicarra felt as deafness overcame them.
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A Moment of Warg Corpse Romance
Submitted by Ryheric on February 5th, 2023
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