The stinging of bees took away my father

First North, then East, now South, now an ocean. Those thundering waives inciting a sickening mixture of excitement and nervousness. Jowls parted and panting with the toll of such emotion. The weary heart inside her chest fluttered as if it would suddenly vanish. Finding courage, her calloused feet sunk into the dark, wet sand. Water, cold as winter and violent as an elk hit the girl's body like a wall of ice. An alarmed yip would rip from her open jowls. Bone-bare limbs would scramble away from the water's lip with unnerving urgency, her hackles raised along the entirety of her spine, her tail poofed like some angry, ill-tempered cat.

who walked in a swarming shroud of wings

Spring is a time for fattening. There is much that the sinew of the wiry girl's body could gain from some fat. Yet the angles of her face and hips have sharpened. She was thin before. Now she is starving. It was perhaps difficult for the yearling to survive winter, yet it was not so confusing as the first rain of spring. Something restless. Something unknown stirred Circe here, and there, and back again. A bitter and merciless triangle that she could not cease traveling across these lands. Walking every day more to sate the need to move. Sleeping every day more to slow her starving body. She settles and rests far from the water but yet upon the sand for the darkness attracts the sun which is welcome upon her quivering body. With her lean maw against her forelimbs she stares into the distant ocean with distrust.

and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

The beach was such a shitty place to be, it was all girly and stuff in Charaz's eyes. Cause you know, long walks on the beach and crap that females found exciting and romantic. Well, this orange beast was enough for the ladies, they didn't need no walks. Well, maybe to stretch their sore muscles after a long night of romping. The beast huffed, shaking his head. The girls flocked to him, cause he was the shit. He was the best piece of ass around, so he let them come. And how he would as well. Chuckling the boy made his way along the black shores, kicking at the tiny grains that dared to swallow his paws. Ha! No one could defeat him.

A yip sounded, echoing towards the orange beast. Ears perked as he followed the sound. his nose picking up the scent of a female. Ah, was there another girl to fawn at the epicness that was Charaz? He saw the babe now, glaring at the water like it was going to drown her from all the way down there. Chuckling again, he picked his way up towards her, large bodice casting a shadow on her. "Don't worry love, I won't let it hurt you." He said, mocking a bow to the lady before him. Was he a gentleman? Hell no. Could he fake it? Yup.

Lightning licked in a yellow lather

Circe stares sharply at the bright creature that approaches. Hackles growing more erect with every step meant towards her. Too tired to stand but nervous enough around the strange beast, Circe's body curls and tightens but remains lain upon the sand. Lips tauten and pull away to reveal bone-white teeth. Fuck off. Her face sharpens further as large ears pull strictly back. For the girl every interaction was life or death. Perhaps it would not be evident for the stranger but her efforts for this interaction were rather pathetic. Her body was tired. Her metabolism was slowing as if she were already asleep. Perhaps it was her time to die. Just like any other rogue. Only she had anticipated a night without morning. Not an unsightly predator to smear out what little life she had left.

but missed the mark with snaking fangs

The girl found her mind flitting from this situation. She pondered her orange company. No wolf would be that color. Somehow something that she believed not to be a wolf was less threatening. As the distance closed her lips and eyes would soften. Euphoria began to overcome her. Sincerely believing she would die in the next minute her body would give in to its final and most severe defeat. Muscle uncoils, her neck stretches upon her forelimbs as before, an offering to the guillotine. Shrunken and uninterested, her pupils stray from the man and into the ocean without thought, without intent.

the sting of bees took away my father.

How dare this little bitch ignore him. Well, not really little, as they were the same height. But that mattered not to him, because he was above everyone else. He watched as she turned from hostile to utter ignorance, which pissed him right off. Why wasn't she looking at his sexy body? How were her eyes not glued to his orange form? Silver eyes narrowed as he tried to hold back his anger in hopes of getting some, but still a growl slipped out from his maw. It rumbled in his throat, his claws digging into the earth. His own teeth flashed at her, lips quivering as he glared down at her darker hued form. "Look at me." He commanded, his vocals harsh. He cared not about her weak, bone thin body. He didn't give two shits. But she wouldn't even look at him, which drove him further into his anger.

Charaz slammed his paw upon the sandy earth, black grains clinging to his fur. It didn't make much of a sound, but the shock that flowed up his leg excited him. Was he to taste blood tonight? He doubted that she would fight back if he wanted to tear her from limb to limb. But sex wasn't off the table yet, and it was something that he craved. He wanted to feel good, and fucking a female was the best way to feel powerful, to feel that pure and utter bliss. Maybe he should go and catch her a fish of something, bitches loved being fed.

Trouncing the sea like a raging bather,

The man roars. The earths quivers in his wrath. Circe is undisturbed. His voice is distant and constant as the ocean bearing her sight away. Those unintelligible syllables could not have less meaning for the feral girl. Yet her delicate crown rises from the sand, the grounds settling unto the short fibers of her chocolate fur. Angled just enough to view the beast as her death illusion fades. Peacefulness drains form her like the blood from a fatal wound. She stares at the man will maleficence and lament. Go ahead. Her expression beckons his next response.

he rode the flood in a pride of prongs

In her mind the girl reaches out with thirsty teeth. Tearing that dreadful vermillion away from red, hidden flesh. The blood bathes dark sand from her dry, feathery pelt. She blinks weakly and the vision is gone. A distant wind whistles within her ears which have grown erect. Attentive as the vain beast demands. She quivers, adrenaline and soreness replacing her minute bliss. Withered as her body may be, Circe's soul is alight with hot fire. What choice her stranger makes will be met with enthusiasm alike to that burning flame.

and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

Well, at least she had listened. But who could say no to his sexy self? She was a hard bitch to crack though, she still didn't speak and just... stared at him. I mean come on, he knew that he was super sexy but at least a single word would be nice. He huffed, finally noticing just how skinny this girl was. Sighing, he tolled his silver eyes and looked off into the ocean. Well... bitches loved the fish. Trudging away from her he jumped into the ice cold water, he bet that even the ocean was steaming when his hot bod snuck into its grasp. He paddled out until he was holding his head high above the waves, and then dove down into the salty pool. Fish were everywhere, so it wasn't hard for him to swim up and bite one, although it practically swam into his jaws. What could he say, even the fish would rather be with him. Quickly kicking up, he gasped as he broke the surface, the fish flopping in his jaws as he made his way back to that damn girl.

Charaz padded up to her, grumbling as he dropped the fish by her face. It flopped on the sand a few times, its mouth bobbing open and closed as it fought to breath in water that wasn't there. Ha, stupid fish. Scales clung to his orange maw as he shook the salty water from his smoking hot body, droplets spraying everywhere. He didn't really give a shit if the quiet bitch got wet, he caught her a damn fish after all. "There, eat." He growled, glaring down at her. She better eat her fucking fish.

A scowl of sun struck down my mother,

An immense wave of relief overcomes the girl when the beast finally lets her alone. Time proves a lack of threat from the man but her annoyance does not let her anxiety ebb. She tests her legs while she has the chance but those delicate stilts buckle and draw her violently into the sand. Incisors grind against the grit pressed against them. Lashes flutter and then close. When they open the bastard is upon her again. She stares bitterly and eyes the flesh struggling at his teeth. Scales slide smoothly against her face before hitting the sand with a muffled thud. Bitterness becomes distrust.

tolling her grave with golden gongs,

He shakes. Salty water rains upon her without warning and salts her left eye which shuts the way a snail contracts. One-eyed, her stare is relentless and there is no movement or response to this action until he breaks the thin air with his foreign speech. Desperation grips her at the muzzle and she roars back at him before hastily snatching the fish between her gritty teeth. Snarls erupt between slow, deliberate chews. Her eyes do not leave his. Her tail purposely kicks sand his way with relentless agitation.

but the sting of bees took away my father.