Out with the golden we sew // Crevan

[Kagerus]

kagerus

and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times

The predator comes with a heaving chest and eyes that, at first, are ignorant to my moonlit figure. His pale yellow coat casts him in stark opposition with the dark waves of the river pooling around his furred ankles. Caught at first by the instinctual equine fear which runs rampant in every Beqannian, my ears pin and the whites of my eyes show. But a less instinctual fascination keeps my steadfast, the only movement being that of the water coursing around my knees.

His eyes - large and forward-set and knowing - flash to me not long after his arrival. Another shot of adrenaline jolts through me, and my whithers twitch tellingly. But otherwise, I do not move; the antlers atop my head ought to be persuasion enough that the wolf move on, should he only that: a wolf.

Nightmares?

Ah; so more than a wolf.

Somewhere just behind us, a sound like the wind rustles the leaves strewn across the earth. Her steps are light, her breathing silent; she, too, is a predator. Her tawny eyes study the pair from a distance, the end of her tail gently swaying back and forth as she considered their meeting. Poised in a crouch, her long, deadly nails dug into the wet dirt; the primal urge to protect her Familiar climbed, threatening to become nearly insurmountable.

"I choose not to have those," comes my answer, as toneless as his. As my curiosity becomes impatient, I relent to its pressure, taking a step closer to the dangerous shifter. "They are less than appealing." The leopard prints on my skin glimmer suggestively, and perhaps his keener nose will pick up on her scent before I do; I've not yet met her. As with the dreams, she comes to me more than I ever discover her.

"From what do you run, Wolf?"

@[Crevan] this was fun to write omgggg