Meadow

Hormones wrap around his heart like a hungry flame. Male instinct threatens to ripe its way through to the surface. It was like a bear was trapped inside of him clawing its way out every time he took in a breath of her scent. He almost doesn’t care that everything about her screams to go away. She says she doesn’t want his touch, but she steps towards him. This feeling was not like the one he had last fall with Kvothe. Their moment had been gentle and sweet. Her body had given into his touch and accepted his desires without protest. This mare was no Kvothe. She was beautiful, a brown mare covered in dark soot with flowing hair of different tones. Her intoxicating scent was similar to the smells of other mares in the fall season, but for some reason hers was much stronger.

Everything about her says no, but the beast inside him says yes. Even as she calls him a boy he still wishes to advance. Her words continue to flow into twisted words that hold little meaning to him. He is reminded of Chalice in the way this mare speaks. The thought crosses his mind that bringing her home may bring a friend to his golden beauty who could understand her better. Maybe she would be happier, but something told him this brown beauty would put up too much of a fight. If he was successful in dragging her home, she wouldn’t be up to making many friends. Chalice would hate him for forcing another mare like her into his home.

He hadn’t realized how much closer he had gotten to her by the time began speaking about herself and her wants. Between being stuck in his own head with his own problems and the smell of her, he was becoming an animal. ”Shut up,” he mumbles before pushing himself off of the ground and lunging at her. Perhaps it had been the tossing of the sea that caused all this or maybe this part of him has always been there. Teeth nip at her skin as the beasts claws its way to her backside. The only thing on its mind was to squash that scent driving him wild.