Purpose Driven
Manea
Field Medic
07-26-2021, 01:19 AM
It was easy for Irilyth to miss the looks of wanton hunger her host was giving her between eyeing the pronghorn and trying to will her stomach to now growl too noticeably. The woman reassured her that this was not her home, but a temporary shelter for the two of them. That made Iri feel a little better than she wouldn't be invading someone else's privacy. She was so used to being told what to do by whoever owned her that freedom to roam and do as she pleased simply felt... wrong. The large fae offered her the remains of the kill, and Irilyth's raspberry eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. "Oh, thank you, Miss!" Iri wasted no time moving over to the pronghorn, her hips giving her usual feminine sway her gait always held as she did. She tore off a sizable chunk of meat and brought it back to the entrance of the cave so she could watch the rain and keep holding a conversation with her host.
Irilyth lay down and began to tuck away into the fresh meat, her stomach no longer roaring in anger at her. That first chunk sliding down her throat felt like heaven, like water after wandering for days in a desert. Her tail instinctively flicked up and curled over her shapely hip while she ate, gazing out at the cascade of rain that had begun to fall freely. It looked like she'd just missed the worst of it, thankfully. If it hadn't been for this woman, Iri would be drenched and lost. The fae asked her name, her voice a smooth purr while she spoke. Irilyth swallowed her mouthful and turned to look at the lady before she answered, noting the way the violet fae was smirking at her like she knew something Iri didn't. "My name is Irílyth, Ma'am," she replied in her usual soft, smooth vocals. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What may I call you?"
Irilyth looked to the purple fae with curious berry-hued eyes while she finished of her meal and began to groom her paws and muzzle clean. Her tail flicked again, unintentionally releasing some of the scent of her heat. Her season had begun during her travels up north and had been a constant gnawing ache, though Iri had tried to ignore or deal with it as best she could. Right now, she was trying to keep her tail over herself so as not to make her host uncomfortable—though she was grateful it was a fae that had found her and not a brute. The thought of falling pregnant while unpossessed was not an enticing one and would certainly put her odds of survival somewhere between zero and nonexistent.
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