;;Your love is my drug;; {DRAGON ONLY!}

[;;Wolfie;;]

So long has someone been alone. No one to love, or to comfort, or to share memories with. Since her mother and father died, nothing has been the same since. The flowers seemed to have lost it's hue, and the owl never seems to hoot in the night anymore. Maybe he, too, is mourning. All the heather was dried up, no longer having a decent smell, as did the mint which once was light and fragrant.

Whitedove had decided to take some time off from the daily hardships in the camp. Plus, she needed to clear her mind from the bittersweet memories of her parents. However things seemed to go uphill for her as soon as she and her best friend, Dragonfrost, fell in love. He was her first real love, and she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else. She always remembered what he looked like and his sweet scent. Sighing, the white wolf mix padded to her once- favorite hiding place, the Rabbit Warrens. "Why did they have to leave me so soon?" she asked as she looked at the sky, hoping for an answer.

Shee smelled something. It was a scent that was familiar to her and made her skin tingle. She knew exactly who it was and was happy that it was that person. "Someone must be coming here. Just the wolf I wanted," she mused quietly. answers. Whitedove couldn't help but smile, but didn't bother to turn around, for she knew she would melt in her mate's eyes.

[σя¢нidfrost]

He was barely even close to her when she became aware of his presence. Dragonfrost smiled; even though wolves had a superior sense of smell, it still amazed him so. He sat down beside Whitedove, looking down at her. "Trying to sneak out of camp without me?" Dragonfrost asked teasingly, even though he knew she was mounring. He had really wanted to come to offer her his support, to try to guide his mate though this and just be with her. Dragonfrost felt Whitedove's pain as if it were his own. If she must suffer, he'd suffer with her.

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove closed her eyes happily as the handsome wolf sat beside her. He was much larger, and taller, than she and it made her have to look up at him. "Oh darn, you've caught me. Surely I thought I could get away this time," she teased, covering up the pain pretty nicely. She nuzzled into her mate's strong chest, almost melting against his hard muscles. Her oddly colored white fur stood out against his midnight black coat. Two halves make a whole, she though and sighed.

[σя¢нidfrost]

"No, but it was a good try," Dragonfrost replied, playing along. He hummed happily as Whitedove leaned into him, and caressed the top of her head with loving kisses. Dragonfrost counted his blessings for fate to bring him this precious gift of love. Whitedove, to him, was the essence of pure beauty, and he always remembered to tell her this every day, even if she didn't feel beautiful most days, such as this one. In this time of sadness, it was one of the many forms of condolences that he could offer his grieving mate.

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove's skin tingled with every touch and every kiss he gave her. It was like the first time they had discovered their true feelings for them again. She didn't mind it at all, but sometimes she wishes it could go a little further and then she thought about all the extra hard work because of that. In the meantime, she was fine being young and naive around him, for he was like a drug, a good one, to her. "You don't know how much I needed you right now. I feel somewhat whole now. Don't leave me," she said, selfishly. Of course she didn't want him to go, not that he would, but she wanted him all to herself. Then again, it proved her point about being young and naive. Whitedove snuggled up to him again, nuzzling and reaching up to lick his maw and muzzle.

[σя¢нidfrost]

Dragonfrost smiled. "Bring on the shackles! I'm afraid you're stuck with me, my dear," he replied in willing surrender, gently nipping Whitedove's ear. Dragonfrost couldn't see how he could leave her; he was just as selfish, always craving Whitedove's presence and sweet affections. He couldn't picture himself with anyone else.

"Hey, how about we go for a walk," Dragonfrost suggested. Whitedove needed to get out and do things to keep her mind occupied. He knew death was something you don't just recover from, but it was better to think of other things. "Today would be a good day for just that. There's a slight breeze out," he noted, feeling the soft wind against his fur.

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove giggled and almost had to leap as she tried to return the nibble to Dragonfrost's ear. "Success! My first slave!" she teased and nuzzled him again. She knew that he was just as selfish, craving her the way she craved him, and that didn't bother her. He could have anything he wanted from her, and she would be happy to give it. Nothing else could distract her as well as the mere scent of him. It was sweet, like honey, despite the bone-dry conditions and the bees have long been gone. Nonetheless, a walk did sound good and she obliged happily.

"I'd follow you anywhere," she replied and stood up. Even standing up, she still wasn't as tall as he was sitting. Whitedove smiled as the wind caressed her fur, making it ruffle. Well, they were in WindPack after all. Of course it didn't rain, but the winds were unbeatable. She looked up at the sky, all the stars were starting to shine. Two more were added into the sky this moon, and the thought was bittersweet. Whitedove sighed and couldn't bear to look at the sky any longer, so instead she looked at her fairly small paws, as well as Dragonfrost's large ones.

[σя¢нidfrost]

"Its bittersweet and beautiful," Dragonfrost remarked quietly, his gaze on the myriad curtain of stars. His paws carried him softly as he walked, for paws as big as his. Sometimes Dragonfrost wondered about the stars. If the sun was a star, then whose spirit did it belong to? And what of the moon? Or where they just there, prior to all living creatures' benefits?

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove nodded solemnly as she padded along. She really needed to let go of her past and focus on the future, her future with the most angelic wolf know to the forest. That was all she could really think about half the time, if she could even think. Just to make sure this was real and not some dream, she walked a little closer to Dragonfrost, their pelts touching. His warm skin made her tingle and smile. Memories crashed her mind like a tidal wave. Some made her laugh and others cringe and cry. "Do you remember when we first met, Dragonfrost?" she mused aloud, thinking of the small white pup and the bigger black apprentice laying in the clearing.

[σя¢нidfrost]

"Yeah, its my favorite memory," he replied, smiling as he recalled it. They had been younger, and good friends despite the age difference. But when Whitedove became an apprentice, she ran away. Dragonfrost didn't understand why, other than something happened within her family. He still thought wistfully of her then, waiting for the day they'd meet again. It was such a long time..

When they finally did see each other again, it was on the battlefield. Whitedove had been with Sun's Death and the Renegades; Dragonfrost could remember the fire in her eyes as she confronted him, but he couldn't bring himself to lay a paw on her. Maybe that was exactly what saved him from becoming a martyr of love - his compassion. And it made him eternally happy when she decided to come back with him, and have another chance at this way of life. With a sideways glance, Dragonfrost spoke. "Hey, Whitedove?"

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove couldn't help but smile as he said it was his favorite memory. He went silent for a while, and she assumed he was recalling the sweet memory. She couldn't help but to do the same, except she though of the last moment they had together before she bolted off to join Sun's Death. All the lies her mother told her, and her siblings. They had never loved her, never believed in her. Besides the fact she was the youngest one, and her blind brother was smarter than she was at the time.

The battlefield was so clear to her, it was as if she was standing on it right now. This was the first time she'd began to see clearly for the first time. When her and her love were reunited, when they found the feelings deep inside. Whitedove wanted to take back the insanity in her eyes, the snarl on her lips, and the tension in her muscles that night. Whitedove was saved from the thought by his sweet voice. "Yes love?" she replied quietly, looking up at him.

[σя¢нidfrost]

Dragonfrost looked directly at Whitedove. "I love you. I always will, to the stars and back, til my last breath, til the end of time itself." Honestly, he had no idea where this came from; there was just a sudden notion to say it. But there was no one else in this world that he'd rather be with, and he wanted Whitedove to know this. She was perfect, and she was his, as he was her's.

[;;Wolfie;;]

As Dragonfrost spoke, she could only hear the blood roaring in her ears. Everything he said was true, and she knew it. "Oh Dragonfrost," she crooned. Whitedove nuzzled his shoulders and neck, her skin tingling where they touched. "As I love you forever and ever. I couldn't have imagined myself with anyone less than a perfect wolf. I will love you until my last breath, and our family, if that's in the future," she murmured and flushed. The mention of a family still made her heart skip a few beats, but it was still a happy feeling. Her eyes gazed into his.

[σя¢нidfrost]

"If that's what you want, dear," Dragonfrost replied, snuggling closer to Whitedove. The thought about becoming a father had crossed his mind several times. He often wondered what it must be like; he'd seen Emeraldblaze and Ravenfire together with their children, and could only imagine how they must feel. Though Dragonfrost liked where he was in his relationship with Whitedove, the idea of a family was a rather nice one. He could picture his mate in the nursery, with tiny bundles of fur quietly suckling. It was a beautiful image in his head, but the decision had to be Whitedove's, if not partially his as well.

[;;Wolfie;;]

Whitedove pulled away to look at him. Her grin stretching from ear to ear and her heart pounding. "Really? Oh Dragonfrost...." she murmured and she rushed back into his fur. She snuggled closer to him. For a split second, she could see her in the nursery, little pups snuggled by her side, an array of black and white spotted pups, and Dragon right behind her. It was the perfect happy ending to any fea, and she was given an offer she could barely refuse. She inhaled his scent once more and thought she was on an overdose, and over dose of him. "Well, do you want a family?" she asked, nuzzling him.