Trouble on the Way

Despite her eyes refusing to meet his again, Sephiran continued to peer down at her, observing her features in the reflection of the water. Cyan eyes, a slender face adorned in similar markings, and a stoic expression that looked like it could crack at any given moment. She may have laughed at his comment, but there was no denying the intensity of his presence, or the dangerous aura that cloaked him. As he loomed over her, Sephiran leaned in toward her, wanting to further invade her personal space. If she didn’t pull away, the tips of their fur would touch, igniting a small spark of electricity that would make his pelt bristle. The tension between them was building, and he found it to be enthralling. He just wanted a little taste.

Finally, she tilted her head back to peek up at him through hazy eyes, and taunted him with a smirk on her face. His tail rose higher, curling over his hips in an increasing display of supremacy. It served as another forewarning. He didn’t like to be taunted. "Are you offering yourself?” He countered, when she asked if he wanted something to take the edge of. She leaned back down to take another drink, and his head lowered with hers. He wanted to keep looking her in the eye.

And then she listed off some herbs; some he knew, and others he didn’t. Agrimony was something he had used before, but marigold and ginseng root didn’t ring a bell. But if this girl was willing to do all the work to patch him up, he wasn’t going to deny her. “Go on then,” He said with a smirk, motioning towards the other side of the creek with his muzzle. “Patch me up, and I’ll repay you with something better.” Of course, spilling some blood and fucking her wasn’t the best form of payment. But to him, it was better than anything.

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