There had been an odd feeling that day. It was a feeling of discomfort. It was a change he did not understand. He remembers the scent. He remembers resisting and yet not being able to do so. He remembers not wanting something...ripped from him and yet it was. All had changed that day, faded into images of a russet woman whose image and essence still drives him mad within his own mind. He did not understand what it is that drove him to a slow insanity. Why is it he seeks out the scent? Why is it that he wants to find only her? Why is it that he cannot fight it like he would rather do?
He does not know what has happened to him. He was never taught, and he had no concept of it other than that his world changed on that day. It changed so that when Segin walks on black paws, he cannot stop himself from shifting his path as he catches her scent. It drug him like a mother forcing her pup to go outside by his scruff. The white-hued brute's golden bridling seemed to glow in the bright summer sun as he stomps on grass into the fields.
Her scent is strong upon the flora and he feels his fur stand on edge. His rough face does not echo any kindness as his eyes of blue dotted with black force out among the grass like lasers searching for their target. He was drawn to her, but he did not understand. It was almost like hunter to prey, and part of him wanted to destroy this urge that he cannot seem to shake. With a low rumble his eyes freeze on the russet woman standing in the fields. He is a good distance away as he remains locked on, but the moment she moves to continue on, he follows.
The sun was growing hot as his limbs are forced into a run towards her. He is not giving puppy-dog eyes and looks of longing as he rushes towards her, charging like a wild rhino scaring off a predator. She had eaten his soul, done something to him on a very personal level, and he had to...do something about it. Ears were pricked forward, teeth flickering out of his black and white maw. He was tall, tail raised high as he gets closer and closer to her, feeling a rush as he wishes to control whatever it is that happened to him. Jaws part as he lands behind her and to the right, wishing to seek part of her flesh and yet...and yet as he attempts to fling his muzzle out to do so he pauses. He pauses with mouth agape, top lips twitching as he stood frozen, like he was about to go for the kill and time itself stopped him. He...could not destroy it. The very force that drove him to this very moment seemed to put a shield between him and her, with his eyes suddenly darting to the female's face as his jaws slowly close, a snarls dribbling from his maw in dissatisfaction.
"What have you done?" he growls, fur on edge as he demands an answer. |