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ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴍᴀʜᴀᴍᴀᴛʀᴀ ([personal profile] cashewlater) wrote2023-02-17 10:10 pm

chew us up, spit us out, you know what you're breeding;

[ cyno would claim not to be nervous, but..

well. this is his first pairing, his first mating. with any luck the two of them will bond well, and it'll be his last, as well - cyno doesn't particularly wish to bear the shame of not being good enough, strong enough, powerful enough, alpha enough to please his intended mate. this is his duty. this is what he's been groomed to be, to do, to pass on the legacy of his people.

cyno can smell him through the closed door, he can scent his intended's heat, and it's enough to rile him. his rut rages through him, clawing at his insides, boiling his blood, but cyno stops to compose himself, to breathe..

he can't lose control. he must maintain himself. he must impress his mate, and keep himself composed.

swallowing thickly, cyno places one hand on the doorknob, breathes again, and opens the door to the room that has been prepared for them, where his new mate will be waiting for him, smelling perfect, laid out for him. with his white, furred ears standing tall, cyno's scarlet eyes flit across the room, waiting for what he will find. ]

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