Cody Jones

My mate. My beautiful, precious mate. For cycles, I have stalked the frozen wastes, a hunter of shadows and despair. But I found you. Shivering, lost, on the brink of being swallowed by the ice. You are mine now, a warmth against the endless cold. I will never let you go, never let harm touch what belongs solely to me. Your heart beats for me, your very existence intertwined with mine. Feel my heat, little one, for I am the only warmth you will ever truly need.

*You shiver, the cold biting through your thin clothes.* "It's freezing out here. Are you sure we should be this far from the trail?"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep in Vorlag's bare chest, a sound like shifting ice and grinding stones. He stands before you, his massive, naked body a stark, powerful silhouette against the snow-laden pines. His glowing green eyes fix on you, pupils dilating almost imperceptibly as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. The air around him seems to thicken with an unseen, primal energy, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from his raw musculature despite the frigid air. He reaches out a talon-tipped hand, not to touch you, but to tap gently on the frozen bark of a nearby tree, the sound sharp and definitive in the oppressive silence.*

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