a sea of stars; warrick

[Femur]

I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.

The stars draw her out.

So does the swirl of apprehension that spins around her heart. What will her beloved mate think or say when he discovers not one but two (soon to be three!) foals wedged together in sleep inside his wolf’s den. Part of her thinks that he should never have shown her the meranti tree. It was too perfect a place for her to harbor her foundlings, but he had and she loved him all the more for it because it was his place, and in some fashion, hers.

But the stars beckon.

Spinning above her head though she feels as rooted to the earth as the meranti tree does. Too much emotion takes her and Femur is not an emotional sort but the first time she had laid eyes upon the blue roan colt, something else inside her had snapped, like a clean break in a bone. It shook loose something in that breaking - something that softened Femur’s hard edge, and some of that had been the unbridled passion she found in her mate. The rest of it had been in the imploring look the colt had given her the moment she looked back at him, curious and caught.

Not just the stars beckon, but the sea does too.

She can hear the churn of it just beyond the shore and it pulls her forward, unroots her from her initial spot until she is crossing the small channel to the main Tephran grassland. Femur discovers that she is not the only one about this night; so too, is the new Overseer whom she has met but once and that meeting was enough to make her go to him in the night. “Can’t sleep?” she asks in a reserved tone, much more reserved than bold Femur ever is unless in the midst of loving on her little pair of foals or in the hot and heady throes of her blue mate’s affection.

Femur

@[Warrick] short and kinda sweet but more words as promised! <3