you're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away
She moved then, closer to the black male’s power. She could feel his magma from the second she had come into the clearing. Offspring. The man she had spent so long trying to meet when she had first come back to these lands. The decision to go with Sahm into the company of the former Tundra king, only to be swept up into the tide of Demian’s scheming to create his own kingdom within the folds of a torn brotherhood. The Taiga had been born out of an undermined daughter and son in law—a state from which the Grey Lady had taken on custody of, only to be cast out.
Reagan knew all this and more about the Fire Frost King, and she slumped against the tree when she saw him step towards her wordlessly. He was seething fire and sex appeal, though she was hardly in a state to appreciate his raw beauty. He was carved from a single piece of shimmering obsidian, all carved and jagged… and yet beautiful in its own right. Offspring So he did exist after all this time. And as he stepped forward, she knew was in good hands as he lowered his head to her, opening up justly the crux of his true power. Liquid fire spilled over like melted iron, weaving its way through her skin, rippling like a black oil slick lazily licking at a beach. She breathed and jolted, saying nothing as she rooted her body to where she lay on the ground, urging the vines to bind her in place as he set to work. The gashes and lacerations weave together in a crystalized pattern, much like cooling lava trailing its way down a mountain side. These scars would remain, and she shudders as he closes the wounds, paying utmost attention to his patient. A warm breath washes over her as she keeps her eyes locked on his. The rising and falling of her belly as she lay so vulnerably exposed to him. Never has a man been this close to her with her permission, unless it was… No. Not anymore. And so as the former Tundraman weaves his magic, closing the wounds, she finds her blood clings to his wantonly, seeking the heat of his body… something she herself could not currently do. And above the screams and the din in her own mind, the elevated tones of her fiery daughter are heard. Don’t touch her!
And Reagan starts to cry.
Offspring says nothing—he merely does as has been asked of him, and when the fire is put away once more, and her blood is dripping down his forehead, Reagan breathes heavily, her antlers disappearing as her body jolts, as if having a seizure. She lifts her head and twists her mouth wryly at Jinju. Mom hits her ears, the first time in months, and a tear slides down her cheek and lands in the dirt. Mom, I’ve missed you.. Missed you so so much. Reagan reaches up and nuzzles her now grown daughter, a warmth in her belly seeing that her own child was full with the wonders of the breeding season as well. She struggles to her feet, breathing heavily, and shakes out the dirt from her pelt. She is still deer-shaped, but she is as she has always been. For now. “Oh Jinju. I love you so much.”
The magician still has a long road of recovery ahead of her. But for the moment, she is with family. That has not happened in so long.
She takes a step, stumbles slightly—and then leans against Jinju’s weight for stability, and comfort. A warmth envelops her as she eyes her savior in all his glory. If she thought he was magnificent when she was barely breathing, there was no word grand enough for the manner of man that had deigned himself to save a stranger’s life. She looks at him, her ears turned away, embarrassed, unsure. “Thank you, Offspring.” Her voice is quiet, cracked like gravel, and she finds that her magic is spent. Beyond seeing what is in front of her, currently she is useless in all other manners. Time to change back to a horse would have to come later. “I owe you a life debt.”
Reagan swallows the heart she has in her eyes as she steps back from him, curling into her daughter. Her voice is still weak, but she tries.. she has questions that she needs answered. “Jinju. I am so sorry. I tried to come. I wanted to. But the baby. Your father… I. I couldn’t, in the end. I didn’t want to hurt you. Or the pack. Or Enfys.” Her voice trails off, sadness cloaking her words as she thinks of her smallest child. “How are they? How is home? How is your father, and your sisters? Iasan, and Enfys?”
Reagan knew all this and more about the Fire Frost King, and she slumped against the tree when she saw him step towards her wordlessly. He was seething fire and sex appeal, though she was hardly in a state to appreciate his raw beauty. He was carved from a single piece of shimmering obsidian, all carved and jagged… and yet beautiful in its own right. Offspring So he did exist after all this time. And as he stepped forward, she knew was in good hands as he lowered his head to her, opening up justly the crux of his true power. Liquid fire spilled over like melted iron, weaving its way through her skin, rippling like a black oil slick lazily licking at a beach. She breathed and jolted, saying nothing as she rooted her body to where she lay on the ground, urging the vines to bind her in place as he set to work. The gashes and lacerations weave together in a crystalized pattern, much like cooling lava trailing its way down a mountain side. These scars would remain, and she shudders as he closes the wounds, paying utmost attention to his patient. A warm breath washes over her as she keeps her eyes locked on his. The rising and falling of her belly as she lay so vulnerably exposed to him. Never has a man been this close to her with her permission, unless it was… No. Not anymore. And so as the former Tundraman weaves his magic, closing the wounds, she finds her blood clings to his wantonly, seeking the heat of his body… something she herself could not currently do. And above the screams and the din in her own mind, the elevated tones of her fiery daughter are heard. Don’t touch her!
And Reagan starts to cry.
Offspring says nothing—he merely does as has been asked of him, and when the fire is put away once more, and her blood is dripping down his forehead, Reagan breathes heavily, her antlers disappearing as her body jolts, as if having a seizure. She lifts her head and twists her mouth wryly at Jinju. Mom hits her ears, the first time in months, and a tear slides down her cheek and lands in the dirt. Mom, I’ve missed you.. Missed you so so much. Reagan reaches up and nuzzles her now grown daughter, a warmth in her belly seeing that her own child was full with the wonders of the breeding season as well. She struggles to her feet, breathing heavily, and shakes out the dirt from her pelt. She is still deer-shaped, but she is as she has always been. For now. “Oh Jinju. I love you so much.”
The magician still has a long road of recovery ahead of her. But for the moment, she is with family. That has not happened in so long.
She takes a step, stumbles slightly—and then leans against Jinju’s weight for stability, and comfort. A warmth envelops her as she eyes her savior in all his glory. If she thought he was magnificent when she was barely breathing, there was no word grand enough for the manner of man that had deigned himself to save a stranger’s life. She looks at him, her ears turned away, embarrassed, unsure. “Thank you, Offspring.” Her voice is quiet, cracked like gravel, and she finds that her magic is spent. Beyond seeing what is in front of her, currently she is useless in all other manners. Time to change back to a horse would have to come later. “I owe you a life debt.”
Reagan swallows the heart she has in her eyes as she steps back from him, curling into her daughter. Her voice is still weak, but she tries.. she has questions that she needs answered. “Jinju. I am so sorry. I tried to come. I wanted to. But the baby. Your father… I. I couldn’t, in the end. I didn’t want to hurt you. Or the pack. Or Enfys.” Her voice trails off, sadness cloaking her words as she thinks of her smallest child. “How are they? How is home? How is your father, and your sisters? Iasan, and Enfys?”
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