thunder in our hearts --// [dimitri]

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The manor seemed to be full of thoughts and emotions, every room echoed with the presence of another. All members of the Drago Pack where welcomed here and encouraged to find their state of residence here. Of course Dimitri did not require them to be a park of the Manor if joining the pack but more often then naught the pack members chose to live amongst each other. Humans would never understand the need and desire to belong to a group as closely knit as a pack. Werewolves where different to their very genetic makeup. Created to crave a family or pack the wolf gene that dominated half the human brain had always brought the species together. Loner werewolves where usually outcasts of society because they where not welcome or wanted in a pack. It was inevitable that werewolves where social creatures and went out of their way to seek out their own and claim territory. A soft smile pulled on the corner of Dimitri's lips as a loud echo of thoughts abruptly tore into his conscious. He could feel his brothers heart beat as the for a moment looked through the other werewolves eyes. He was in love. Yes the two had made it very clear they wished to be mated, and soon they would share the ceremony on the next full moon. Love. The emotion was still so foreign to Dimitri.

It was strange that a eighty five year old werewolf had never fallen truly in love, or had even indulged the young emotions at all. Of course Dimitri absolutely believed in the power of love, and by such odd mental links he could share in it with his brothers and sisters. But in all actuality he had never allowed himself to feel the emotion himself. He had never fallen head over heels for someone which always surprised everyone. Of course he was given tons of attention as a young male but he never focused on the women it was always about family, tradition, and the pack. Above all else he had to live up to his fathers expectations and he had to be strong for his pack; if love got in the way then he did not want it. Dimitri however would be naive to say he did not share powerful emotions for Zehenya, he was quit fixed by the woman but he had always supposed his 'mate' would just be a position to fill. He never thought he would ever feel anything for her, this Zehenya was always throwing him through a loop. When Zehenya was first given to Dimitri he was still young and paid no mind to it, because he had always been raised by his father to believe that women simply served their purpose and carried on the bloodline. To an extent Dimitri can be cold to the opposite sex if they feel as though they have a low intelligence level or serve any purpose but in fact to carry on the bloodlines. He however does not hold his fathers same view points, and this can mostly be accredited to his dear mate; who in fact has always caused him to put more value in the opposite sex.

There where many things that kept Zehenya and Dimitri together, but perhaps the strongest reason that Dimitri was so devoted to this particular woman was the fact that she shared his same values, and the same deep passion for their species also boiled in her blood. He never had to doubt her desires when it came to the Drago Pack. She never once had failed him nor faltered when it came to making hard decisions. From the beginning she had made it clear that she would do whatever was necessary to make this pack thrive and to create a better city and perhaps eventually world for werewolves alike. Zehenya had won over but mostly earned Dimitri's respect and he would always trust his mate. Of course he was still very cold and stand offish with her at times but if she asked a question of him he would give her the full honesty. This small happy creature that Dimitri had been mated with had always given him reasons to change, which as everyone knows is not something he does lightly. He could not claim he loved Zehenya because his heart wont allow him to, so many walls have been built up that duty and loyalty is more important, but it seems as though the large brute of a man cannot help but climb those walls every now and then and ravel in the beauty of the four letter emotion.

Pulling his thoughts and emotions back into check he pushed away the others that surrounded them and focused purely on the beautiful woman moving around the room. His eyes watched every graceful swish of her hips, and the silent steps she took around the room. She was naturally endowed by grace and silence coming from her werewolf genes but not even the most refined werewolf could move like Zehenya. Her long dancer legs had a unheard rhythm and each step a purpose. Dimitri had often times watched unseen as she danced about her studio, he had been absolutely taken a back when he first went to 'check up' on his mate when they where still a new couple. He had thought the dancing thing was foolish and was about to tell her so...but then he witness the magic she was able to do with her body. It was like she was in a constant movement, one moment her human body imitating the thrill of the hunt, the next the joys of sharing memories with the pack and of course the best...her moon dance as he liked to call it. When she became completely lost in her dancing and it seemed as though some supernatural power was making her dance.

The small head bow was not lost to Dimitri and he smiled softly dipping his head to the alpha female in return. He always admired the fact that she chose to respect him even in the most casual situations. Her voice finally broke the silence between the two and he enjoyed the soft whimsical notes her voice gave off. 'We could like in a room full of dirty laundry my darling so long as you where there to be disgusted with me.' As soon as the thought even began to form Dimitri locked it away so not even Zen could find it. Her next comment snapped him out of his goddess admiring and he could not help but be slightly embarrassed. Yes he had absolutely been 'reading' her. And perhaps not so secretively either. A million small excuses ran through his mind such as the horror movie case on the television, or the smell of popcorn in the room but he could not skirt the issue. Chuckling he ran his fingers through his ragged brown hair. "What would you like me to tell you my dear? That yes in fact I was reading your strong emotions of paranoia and fear? Or that I was in fact ease dropping on my mate?" His words where dripping with playfulness as he attempted to turn away the blame from himself. The word 'lover' still lingered in the back of his mind as he watched her hands fold the laundry thrown about. Yes he was in fact a genius when it came to 'loving' a woman. Perhaps not emotionally but when it came to physical touch in this way he had not been naive when promised to Zehenya. Though those rare moments when Dimitri and Zehenya actually 'loved' one another did happen they where extremely rare and it was usually when Dimitri was in a very animal like mind frame, or perhaps even when he was extremely emotional (rage, sadness, happiness).

Breathing in deeply he smirked as she sat down in front of him on the bed. They where only inches apart now and the heat coming from her body brushed lightly against his nude upper body. "Ah my lover it is you know that is reading me." A low growl rumbled in his throat his lips pulled back in a mock scowl. He often times played like this, most did not understand the signs of aggression but it was the only way that Dimitri knew how to respond playfully. A underlying feeling of guilt began to stir in his chest as he felt the longing and restlessness seeping off Zen but he quickly depressed the feeling. He after all was very prideful and would not allow this woman to know he felt guilty about anything. "The hunt. Well it was successful. We managed to kill both vampires and dispose of their remains." Disposed of simply meaning 'devoured' and Dimitri could still taste the fading blood in the back of his throat. "Allow me to show you my dear." It wasn't a question, but Dimitri knew that Zehenya could appreciate the thoughts, feelings and memories. Leaning forward he placed cupped her small cheek in his hand and pulled her face up to meet his eyes. Touch always made the mental connection stronger, and by pushing his mental boundaries away he could allow Zehenya to actually see and relive the memories.

Rushing trees. Snow and biting wind. Blood lust. Dimitri rushed forward his body rippling with each leap and bound. His body moved with a swift deadliness that not even the fastest vampire could hope to escape. He could feel the hot breath of his brothers on his flanks as he lead the hunt. They where close. There! The blonde female rushed from behind a tree her scent reeking of fear. A piercing howl broke from Dimitri's muzzle and he dug down deep with his haunches before leaping through the air. His front paws found her shoulders first but his sharp canines soon grabbed hold of her neck. The breaking of skin and seeping of blood made him go lustful for the creatures death. Tearing. Biting. Ripping. Then it was all over. Blood covered most of Dimitri's frame as he stood in the circle of the females remains. The other three werewolves had also killed the male. Growling in victory Dimitri lowered his muzzle the hunger burning inside him. Devour.

A rich growl brought Dimitri back to reality as he pulled his thoughts away, his heart was pounding in his chest and his muscles quivered longing to kill and devour once more. Looking down at his mate Dimitri could not help what of course came next. His emotions and hormones pounding he grabbed Zehenya quickly by the arm and pulled her up to meet his body. His lips finding her own and his hands pulling her tight. Devouring her taste another growl echoed from Dimitri as he took his dominance over the beautiful woman. However just as quickly as he had grabbed her Dimitri snapped back into reality. Wincing he stepped back from Zehenya his face guilt stricken. Her taste was all over him now and he was quit terrified he had upset her. "Zen...I am sorry. Please dont be upset. I lost control of myself." Her nickname came softly from his lips and he diverted his gaze. Dimitri's muscles where still twitching and the high of the hunt and successful kill where radiating from him mentally and physically, perhaps Zehenya was not the only restless one.

OOC: Hope you dont mind the kiss in the end!! IF you dont like it I will totally take it out!!! And I just had way to much muse for him in this post...lol obviously explains the length!

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