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Lyra females...

He'd matured learning about their culture, their magnificent existence. He'd listened to glorious tales about their incomparable beauty, their strength and intelligence.

It fascinated him to such extent that he often wondered what it was like, that special connexion that the elders have always praised about.

And now he finally had it in his possession. Lyra blood.

Elias peered down at the little earthling resting so close to him in that peculiar way humans seemed to always favor -from what he'd learned about them- her thin arm still wrapped around his neck whilst her face remained buried between his pectorals, creating an odd sensation everytime she breathed against his skin.

He was well aware that it was not physically possible for her to be his destined one since she was just a feeble earth-raised being who happened to inherit illyrian gene.

A one in a million chance.

Yet he did feel it. That certain reaction within his system the moment her blood reached his tongue,