Not Your Average Physical

It was a quiet autumn night in Auster, the sky clear and moonless, the weather mild and temperate. Crickets chirped in the courtyard, nightingales cooing in trees in the surrounding forest, and the gentle lap of the surf on the nearby shore creating a tranquil atmosphere. But despite it all, one wolf could not fall asleep in the castle. Syanna lay restless in her bed, tossing and turning amongst the sheets and furs. Her heat had gotten significantly more aggravating, that incessant, aching need inside her belly burning like a fire that couldn't be put out. Hormones had flooded her mind, making her thoughts one-tracked and obsessive. Going through the daily motions was gradually getting more and more difficult, and though Syanna had started the season with determination to get through it with her head held high, not even halfway through and she could feel her willpower falling apart, like a rope fraying under an immense weight.

Syanna flipped over with a heavy sigh and stared out the window at the dark night, trying not to focus on how much her body felt restless and energized, or how her mind kept drifting to the waterfalls where Ezra had held her, his paws roaming over her back and his lips on hers... NO! No, that wasn't helping! A frustrated growl escaped the vulpine-like fae as she buried her face under a pillow, trying to shut out the world. But nothing could help her escape the desperate yearning she felt in her gut. Throwing the pillow from her head, Syanna climbed out of bed with a defeated sigh. She knew there was no beating this, not like this. She needed something to soothe the unrelenting ache, to cool the heat burning her insides. But the only cure she knew of was sleeping on the next floor up.

A quiet click of her door opening was the only sound in the hall as Syanna slipped out into the dark corridor. She wandered down the east wing, heading to the foyer and making her way upstairs to the second floor and down the east corridor where the Adravendi wolves slept. She followed her nose past each door until she found the one where Ezra's scent clung the strongest. This had to be his room. Syanna glanced up at the door handle, her heart racing in her chest while she steeled herself for what she was about to do. A deep breath, a swallow past the lump in her throat, and then dainty cream-colored paws opened the latch with a quiet click.

Ezra's room was dark, but thanks to the large windows, she could easily make out the large bed in the corner. There was a surprising lack of furniture—or anything else in the room for that matter. His armor was strewn to the side by the door, but other than that, the room felt very sparse. But that didn't matter to her right now. What mattered was the giant shape snoring gently in the bed. Syanna took another deep breath, unintentionally drinking in his scent which perfumed the air heavily in here and made the ache in her belly flare to life. Syanna quietly crept over to his bed, placing her paws up on the edge of the mattress while she watched him sleep. His face was peaceful, relaxed, like nothing in the world could bother him. It brought a little smile to her lips while she gazed at him, feeling her heart beat faster and flip in her chest while her eyes remained on his handsome, youthful face.

Gods, what even was her plan right now? She'd have to wake him up. And then what? How would she explain being in his room in the middle of the night? Checking up on him? Because he'd gotten hurt, right? That made sense. Okay, that was what she'd go with. Well, no turning back now... "Eeeeezraaaa..." Syanna whispered in a hushed coo to the sleeping dire wolf, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge from the edge of the bed. "Eeeezraaaa... Waaake uuuup, sleepy head."

WC: 679 / 1500

"Syanna Alluráin"