Sixty Nine Moons: More Dyson Drabbles

by Staxia

Another cycle of 100-word drabbles about my favorite werewolf - glimpses into his past, both distant and near, and his possible future. About half smut, half not-smut. Rated M, so mature audiences only, please. As always, I'd be deeply grateful for feedback.

1. Songs of Pain

With season three nearly upon us, I thought I'd do another series of 100-word drabbles about my favorite werewolf. My first cycle of drabbles, Thirteen Moons, may interest you.

Pain.

He ran as only a wolf could run, silent between moon-limned trunks. Sharp stones slicing his raw feet, his muscles searing, his chest burning, lungs aflame.

Glorious pain.

For thirteen moons, he'd felt nothing, body and soul. The renewed anguish in his bone and blood and heart sang a welcome song. One of flesh, longing, desire.

And jealousy.

In his memory, Lauren touched Bo, again and again. The spike through his heart was like... like her nails on his back when he entered her. It hurt, but so sweetly.

He howled at the stars, singing ecstatic songs of agony.