Kindred Spirits

Face to face they sit, a woman staring into the eyes of her Dog Man

She has become like putty in his hands.
Is it true love? Or is it only hypnotism?

There is an edge.

There is a line.

A wild and hungry look creeps into otherwise sane pupils.

Everyone is part human and part beast, but we do not always reveal our claws.

We talk without speaking.

We act without thinking.

The only sound here is of two souls engaging.

It is a primal noise.