Falls

Nyimara wanted to be furious with him. She wanted him to feel the same hurt and betrayal and loss that she had felt lost in the shadows of the jungle as others came with their challenging calls and fierce summons. She wanted him to feel the same rage and anger that she felt watching Alill and Sio grow closer and continue on as though Bjorn had never existed. She hated the look of adoration that shown in their eyes as they gazed upon one another and hated the fact that her object of affection was gone.

She wanted to hurt him, to feel the tang of his blood wet her tongue and feed fire to the starved beast that stalked within the confined of her breast. She wanted him to smolder beneath the fury of her eyes and yet, seeing the defeat that shown in his as he turned his gaze from her pulled at the icy edges of her soul. No longer was he lost to the gods above. No longer was he a mere memory meant to fade and disappear with time. He was here, his heart beat a strong rapid rhythm against her own breast. His warm breath against her skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. His whiskered lips brush softly against her own and she restrains the urge to melt beneath his touch. Long white lashes close slowly over dark eyes as she inhales his strange and familiar scent. How her body ached to lean into his own but she dare not. Not yet. His downtrodden gaze is not the gaze of the bear king she knows. It is the gaze of a broken creature and she cannot let it happen. Not to her Bjorn.

For a moment she lets her lips linger against his own, inhaling his strong musky scent and restoring what began to fade from her memory with renewed. She can feel the desperation in his voice as he tried to explain his disappearance. It hurt to think that he had to disappear to find himself again but truth be told perhaps there were some things that she could not do for him. Ears fall backwards in distress and worry clouds her eyes at his explanation but if he felt secure enough to leave Sigurdr alone on Atlantis then she had to be in agreement. She had promised herself she would never try to hurt him, not like she once had. The madness would not overtake her again. Instead she gives him a heavy sign and glances back towards the other end of the clearing where somewhere nearby she was sure that Raksha was completely ignoring her request to be cautious. "Raksha is nearby... our family is not completely lost..." she murmurs, arching her slender neck to fix him with a suspicious gaze. "Are you lost to us? Surely no king is great with such a simple defeat." she purrs, long silver-white tail flicking against his side. She takes a step closer to him, her small chocolate frame pressing once more tightly against his own, the beat of her own heart a rapid thrum against her breast. She snakes her head forward now, ivories nipping hard against the soft skin along his cheek. "You are my home. You will not fall so easily. I will not allow it! My loyalty is not to a false king." she growls, forelimbs raking hungrily at the emerald grass underfoot.