Falls

His words had meant to be humorous. He had only assumed that once the gruff sound of his voice broke through the small space that separated them, the golden beauty would stumble backwards as quickly as possible. He just knew that her face that showed such softness and adoration would twist into something more familiar to his eyes. Confusions perhaps even fear or shame should have caused her brows to furrow and lips to turn thin in distaste. He expected the confusion that should have colored her eyes to replace the haze of misplaced adoration, but he is wrong.

This time it is his own head that draws upward as her strange words ring between them in more demanding fashion. For a moment, slight as it may be, Rougaru imagines that he may have offended her in some manner. Ears fall backwards in confusion and then forward again as she leans against him again. ‘Rivaini’. The word escapes her lips and draws his emerald gaze down to her own. Rivaini, he knew, though her words were foreign to his tongue in and all other mannerisms, it was the single name he recognized. This mare was some acquaintance of the captivating silver bay Queen of the Ridge. Although her words hold no meaning, the heated warmth of her breath and the tender caress of her lips along his neck. The wolf resonates the pleasured moan that lingers in his own throat. Ears twitch as he let his fierce emerald green eyes study the curves and contours of her face. She was sick. It was clear in the fevered warmth that burns against his own flesh. Her soft words murmur against his skin sending a shiver of pleasure humming through his veins.

He knew it was wrong, he knew that he should have pushed her away. The stallion knew that there should have been some distance between them, that the burning heat that fevered her skin was the same that glassed over her dull eyes. He knew that he should have taken that one name and ushered her after the woman she called for. Rivaini would know her words surely, the pale maned woman would be able to comprehend and speak with the same fluid, musical lyrics surely. Rivaini; how he enjoyed those few moments spent alone in her company. The memory brought back the hunger that had colored his vision in those moments. Though he liked to think himself wise, even he had his weak moments. This one, would forever be one of them.

He promised himself it was to Rivaini he would take her. Promised himself that he had no intentions of letting the hunger driven mad by the seasons affect him and yet he could not help the feral growl that lingered in his throat as her tender kisses trail along the curve of his muscular neck. Despite himself, he leans against them, savoring the closeness of her damp flesh against his own. ”Come…. Come away with me.” he murmurs, his own emerald eyes glittering beneath the veil of thick silver-white tresses. Perhaps time on Atlantis would cure what ailed her. Maybe all she really needed is rest and the passion for which her sultry movements hinted to. He would take her to Rivaini… but perhaps I trip to Paradise first?