<font color=7f1715>*you painted me in pastel</font>

She smelled the boar, too, but decided to leave it alone � she had never been much of a fighter. She preferred to make meals of things that didn�t require a lot of bloodshed, things she could kill and eat without causing any unnecessary pain or stress to the creature. Eating was a matter of necessity for her, not a sport as some liked to make of it. It could be said that the ability to blend into the trees, her oneness with the forest, was wasted on such a pacifistic creature, but it had served her well in dangerous situations before.

The cacophony of crunching leaves and crashing undergrowth let her know that someone was hunting. She was glad for it, and spared a hope for their success; they would certainly eat well. The forest was a generous provider for the self-sufficient, the quick and the clever. She paused to listen to the chaos behind her, just in case it should start in her direction. The scene played out in her head as if she were witnessing it first-hand: the rush, first blood, and finally the heavy fall as the boar succumbed. Pleased with the stranger�s success, she made to resume her short trip to the swamp.

Honestly, she would have left the hunter and the hunted to the mercy of their luck, had his voice not called her to turn; it lured her with a masculine, tempting sound. A smile teased her cheeks, brightening her lavender eyes as she glanced over her shoulder to see who beckoned. Her eyes made to slide across his face and then got�stuck. Goodness. Ordinarily she would take in the whole of an impressive specimen of the male physique, but she hovered on his eyes, on his face. She�d never seen eyes so similar to her own, except in the reflection of the creek, or a face quite like his � even a little bloody as it was.

Temporarily taken aback (not a common state for her), she recovered quickly, her smile steady and welcoming. She wasn�t nothing: after all, he had called to her first. She turned slowly, the red in her coat glowing in the afternoon sun, giving him a pleasant view of the alluring curves she�d developed in her adulthood. She was a creature of speed; it showed in her long muscles, in the way she carried herself, and in the challenging, unwavering way she eyed him from the trees.

�Ahoy,� she teased brightly. �You brought down my boar,� she said, glancing to the kill at his feet. �Alone?� It was the million-dollar question. Was he hunting for himself? For pack? Or for family? Her tail waved invitingly and she watched him curiously, taking him in as one might take in a sunset, etching the details of him into her mind. She had known many attractive males, but he�d just become her new number one.

they sing in clever tongues

oh, how my knees go weak

to be the one;

H U S H

five ** ~~soul~~ ** ~~home~~ **

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