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The dark-furred woman had been ... enjoying herself, throughout the spring. As it turned out, there were plenty of women in the region who needed company that matched their tastes, and Auriga's family duties had been interspersed with flirtation and rather furious coupling. With a luxurious yawn and stretch, Auriga glanced up at the sky; it was ample time to begin gathering more herbs, because given her family's proclivities, they'd need a healer.
But she would, of course, be lying if she said that such thoughts were truly altruistic. In truth, Auriga yearned to feel a body split apart below hers-- hunting with Yarra often soothed that itch, given Yarra's equally heathen mannerisms and willingness to follow direction, but Auriga knew she'd need to find more if she wanted to make a point of -- this. If she wanted her prey to survive. And she did, of course; she wanted it to live. As long as it could. She fancied herself a surgeon. Fancied herself someone strong in that regard.
So Auriga began to search, because she had an idea -- a rather devious one. But she needed the herbs, regardless. Her jaws twitched, and Auriga began to search along the edges of disturbed dirt and weed clusters. Such things were rarer in the sound, but Auriga knew she could find them. Her teeth clacked together in anticipation. Oh, this would be a wonderful time. |
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