During my meditation, I sensed something super amazing, something that I have only felt with someone extremely important to me. It was a scent, a scent that has always been in the meditation room, with tons of other scents, but much much stronger than it usually is. It caused memories to flow. Only great, amazing memories and when I opened my eyes... I could not believe it.
It's been almost 4 years, 4 years! What?! It must have been longer, but yet it does feel like I have lost track of time, as I can both believe and not believe that it has been so long. The joy I expressed is probably the most joy I've ever expressed and I doubt anyone has ever seen it. This has got to be the most fantastic moment in forever. My Princess, My One and Only, My Ciri - short for Cirilla - has returned from her studies in the Arcane arts.
I was about to tell her about her very distinct scent and how much I love and missed that, when she interrupted me by saying, "I see My Cat-Eyed wolf is doing great for himself" and I chuckled. It reminds me of the very first memory I have of when she called me that, telling me that she's sorry - with that little cute laugh of hers - it's a stupid, cheesy nickname and then I embraced her with a firm grip, telling her that she can call me whatever she wants, as long as we are each-others, following with both of ours' first kiss... and we mastered it!
Now, enough about that, how did you meet is probably the first thoughts that are racing through your minds. That's where I'm getting at, the year before I graduated from my Werewolf school. A mages collage opened, and she was the greatest, most skillful sorceress most of us have ever laid our eyes on, a master in Conjuration and Skillful in Destruction and the only person that has made me look twice, or a third and fourth time, or.. that's not important, but what was important, is that every time I saw her, I was dying to go talk to her.
I guess she noticed, as not long after I found myself looking for her every time I passed the mages collage on the way to my own classes, she walked up to me, and gave me a smile, telling me that here's my chance. I can keep my cool, control my heart-rate and all, I was already Hybrid, supposed not to crack under any form of pressure, but that moment, I was caught entirely off guard. As I imagined it, I would've done the first move, but she beat me to it and actually, I think it was best that way, saving me some embarrassment, although I still got a little taste of that embarrassment when I froze like some wild animal caught in the light of a torch.
She has a scent like no other. She, her clothing, everything scent-able, Strawberries and a hint of Vanilla. Gorgeous black hair, all the way to the center of her back, Emerald-Green eyes, and her wardrobe, any-color-as-long-as-it's-black, well, more black and white, but she pulls that look of like non-other. We've done a ton of things together ever since, but where was she all these years? Simple, she was on an island not far from the continent, looking to improve in the Conjuration and Destruction schools of magic. And I couldn't wait to hear all about it.
It's funny how things decided to all fall into place right now. I've got my own house, a title directly from our High-King, enough food and drink not to ever go hungry or thirsty, and also My Ciri, back from the nearby island. I was worried that I might not be home every single night, and that she would be here alone every single time I was on a contract or some quest, hunting or tracking, gaining intellect etc etc, but peace came to my mind as she told me that she has as been offered to work for some group of mages who call themselves the Lodge of Mages, a long existing and respected group, who go out to help lost souls, fight of unwanted entities and discovering places of power, locations all over the continent, to learn more and more about magic.
Life is perfect, and seeing her so regularly now, it's non other than heaven on earth. Seeing that the eternal-bond between us is still there, the undying love between us unaffected after all these years, and dreams we talked about, like having our own place, doing things we love doing, always supporting each other no matter what, being like non ever, it's just the perfect life.
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Met By Moonlight:
LobisomemI am Malacath. Born as the rarest type of Werewolf. This is my journey, from being average in my class, not the best, but luckily not the worst, to how everything changed since my 18th birthday. Set in a medieval era with a fantasy setting, with D...
