[Almost absently, he turns his focus inward a minute, trying to gauge the way the wolf within him feels. This is the precise opposite of aggression and bloodshed, and yet he's surprised to find that even the Sanguis is unexpectedly content with this.
It takes him a minute to work out why, but once he grasps it, he thinks he's got it right. It's the possessiveness, that same territorial sensation that had him trying to rub his scent into everyone he'd subconsciously claimed as his own.
Evidently, it goes both ways. His Sanguis, it seems, relishes the act of being possessed just as much as it does being the one to do the possessing to begin with.]
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[Almost absently, he turns his focus inward a minute, trying to gauge the way the wolf within him feels. This is the precise opposite of aggression and bloodshed, and yet he's surprised to find that even the Sanguis is unexpectedly content with this.
It takes him a minute to work out why, but once he grasps it, he thinks he's got it right. It's the possessiveness, that same territorial sensation that had him trying to rub his scent into everyone he'd subconsciously claimed as his own.
Evidently, it goes both ways. His Sanguis, it seems, relishes the act of being possessed just as much as it does being the one to do the possessing to begin with.]
Is it because you're hungry?