Something was amiss today. Golden eyes look over the backs of the mares he’d manage to keep near him so far, the days they’d foal surely close, and then his eyes move on to his oldest son who was trying to avoid the heat of the day by taking a roll in the mud by the bank of their water. No threats within Fiero notes, so maybe it was an outside force he was feeling getting under his skin today. He calls down to them all, letting them know he was leaving for now, before walking along the crested top of his usual point of view until his little family was but a vague mirage beyond him.

The seasons had changed, not that you noticed much here in the land of sand, but it was there in the warmth that threatened to make your throat close up from any wasted breath and often had the new ones wandering in circles until Fiero found them. The dunes played their tricks, very well in his opinion, as that meant his mares and foals would not be so easily discovered. Yet he can’t help but wonder how that draft mare had known of his split-fire temptress to come for her.

Too many things were stacked up against him, especially when all he wanted was peace and quiet, but it seems that the islands wanted the chaos that he kept hidden away for so long. They wanted him to break.

There’s a familiar scent carried on the wind’s that caress his face when he tilts his head upwards to the sun and the blue sky above, drinking in the familiarity of him that had once been pressed against his own flesh and bone in a delicious rhythm as they’d tousled back and forth in the jungle of the lagoon. “Seems i have a stray problem,” Fiero muses to himself, fond of the memories playing in his head when turning in the direction the smell seemed to come from, yet his blood runs hot just thinking what his sudden appearance could mean on top of everything else that had happened to blow up into Fiero’s own face lately. After all this time, why? WHY?

With his coat the same shades of yellow and tan as the dunes he travels, he is able to keep away while his eyes search to find the startling white flesh of Khajiit traversing his home without a care. It could be ours though, the mind whispers, golden eyes alight with something he’d not felt since pressed against the tender skin of his dark temptress. Was this how his Switch lady had felt when he had up and disappeared on her and their child in the beginning? This feeling of longing, but the rage too that was also felt at everything that had been the cause of it all weighing down onto shoulders that shouldn’t have had to carry such a load. I’m sorry; too little too late his words echo in his mind. He’d be apologizing to her until his death bed.

He sets forward, a quiet viper instead of the wolf he really was, rounding away from Khajiit to come up from behind him while the winds blew in his favor and away from the unsuspecting male who was no doubt looking for the one that Fiero called his own. The dunalino had set out to quietly upset the calm that Khajiit but upon nearing the male he couldn't help but to pick up speed and launch into the paler male with teeth reaching to pinch and pull at skin that wore marks and carried another familiar scent on his flesh.

Damn it Switch!

“You dare,” snarls Fiero in his bubbling rage of emotion, trying hard to focus on anything but his beloved’s scent on this male again, the stallion swiveling away in the next moment in case Khajiit comes back at him with his own set of jaws, “You LEFT us!” . Unlike Switch, Fiero was not one to cry over losing something he hadn’t considered to be as precious as his actual lover but Khajiit had meant something else to the confused and angry male that was yelling his grief instead. There one day and gone the next, Fiero left to pick up all the pieces only to have them all crumble around him once again.

“I cared for you, and this is ho-,” he shakes his head, pulling himself back and taking steps to put distance between himself and the sneaky fucking cat in front of him, who was once again weasling his way into the bitter confines of Fiero’s heart. These feelings far surpassed the brotherly comrades they were supposed to be back in the lagoon, and in the back of his mind Fiero can remember how his father often watched him himself, as if wondering as well where Fiero’s own interest truly laid with until he’d brought his switch home and actually managed to produce a child. Yet, why did his heart rapidly set a pace that felt as though he’d been running nonstop whenever he looked at Khajiit?

“She sent you,” Fiero suddenly laughs to himself, looking up into the sky despite the hot sun glaring down into his eyes to curse up at it, “of course she fucking did, that cagna, she’s a hot mess but she’s MY hot mess. You get that kitty?”. He lowered his face to look at Khajiit again, his chest tight and his face wearing a permanent sneer to hide the fact he wanted nothing more than to joke and touch the male before him but he was trying to put so many walls between them to keep himself from getting hurt again.

“Catalina is home where she belongs, where she wants to be, as she swam home by herself. If you want her, then please Khajiit, try to get the fuck past me to get to her,” of course his little lady was nowhere near, and even if Khajiit did manage his way past he’d never find the main oasis without the help of Fiero, a fact the dunalino was rather smug over but kept the pissed off look on his face to not give himself away.