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pull me close and twist the knife Posted on April 18, 2024 at 00:52:03 AM by Vvanderfell
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Vvanderfell's dark shape was a constant threat in the shadows of Thicket. Ever-moving, her scent could be found over much of the territory. She was restless, which was caused by recent events as much her raging hormones. Either way, the nature of autumn proved to sour her temperament further. Rather than following their dam, her two children kept each other company in the inner parts of the Thicket until Vvanderfell returned to check on them throughout the day.
The length of the mare's tail lashed out wildly as she strolled near the river, swiping at a small bush. She was furious for several reasons. Jormungandr's persistent distance and then subsequent familial loss had spurred him to leave the Thicket shortly after their daughter's birth about two seasons beforehand. While Sephiroth had been a great aid in amusing the children from time to time, the absence of their father was obvious.
There hadn't been much substance behind hers and Jormungandr's relationship. She surmised that was why it was so easy for the painted stallion to leave her and their children behind. He'd offered to come back for her or something similar; Vvan had been too angry that he'd simply decided to go to hear whatever followed. To be proven loyal too long to someone so faithless had been the last straw for her. So, she was here, alone with her children and her ex's friend/boss. The mare shook her head for a moment at herself. Vvan had never really understood what exactly tied the two men here together.
The dark mare finally stopped near the tip of the southern river, a sheen of sweat visible on her sides. A breeze thrown from the river trailed over the black skin of her body as it meandered through the surrounding foliage toward her. It elicited a shiver to shudder through her. Vvanderfell inwardly sighed, relaxing at the cool touch. She missed the company a stallion could provide. Even Jorm's encourageable attentions had been better than simmering in her skin like this all season.
Vvanderfell, hidden in the trees, turned away from the river toward a sound to her left. Her breathing was a little elevated as she waited for whoever it was to become visible. She considered what would follow if it were Sephiroth. Would the mare mince words with him and stalk off as she usually did? Would she let her hormones persuade her toward something more? Her lips tightened as the mare considered. The Thicket's ruler had been kind enough, decent even, but he hadn't drawn her in like her previous mate had.
Dark ears twisted against tangled strands of black mane. Vvanderfell debated moving forward or away even. The fierce thing that lived in her body staunchly refused to give ground to anyone; so that was out of the question. Rather than steer herself away from the impending musk of an intruding stallion, Vvanderfell remained unmoved. Her baser instincts purred as he came from the greenery, persuading her to stay put. Whether or not she listened to them would be up to him.