Gotta raise a little hell
08-20-2016, 01:07 AM
This whole giving Mercy her space and freedom thing was driving him insane. It took every fiber of patience and calm he had to keep himself from tracking her down and gluing himself to her like sap on a tree. He didn't own her. He kept having to tell himself that. It was a whole new way of thinking for him. A growl rumbled in his chest and he gave himself a small shake as he padded across the open land and came to a stop at the top of a hill that overlooked a herd of buffalo. He still didn't know how he had gotten himself in this situation. How could one woman have him so entrapped and so fixated? He knew how. He didn't want to admit it sometimes, but he had let her get to him and he had done it happily. He had made the mistake of wandering through the Battlefield and that had only reminded him of the first time he had ever clashed with his violet-eyed beauty. Now he was here, staring at some big mammals that he may or may not want to hunt, contemplating how he could possibly hunt her down. He was sure she would reappear eventually, but eventually wasn't soon enough. He wanted her now. No, he wanted her yesterday. |
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