If Walls Could Speak

After the tremors subsided, Aresenn collapsed beside Fia, chest heaving with each labored breath. The cool moss was a stark contrast to their heated bodies, grounding him back into reality. His heart was a frenzied drumming in his ears that filled the silent forest. He turned his head to look at Fia, his amber gaze roving over. Taking in the flushed cheeks and tousled fur that framed her face. There was a sense of contented exhaustion in her eyes that somehow made him feel incredibly proud. The sight of her, wanton and sated, conjured an unfamiliar warmth within him.

Lying there, Aresenn could almost forget about the world. His mind was finally quiet- calm in a way he hadn’t experienced since he set out that morning to hunt. Gods, what all had he killed? He wasn’t even entirely sure where he was at. Could he even remember? It felt as though it was eons ago, a lifetime that belonged to someone else. “Your name?” His own voice caught him by surprise, a low murmur barely audible above the whispering canopy overhead. As the predatory fog lifted from his mind, a sense of recognition manifested. He didn’t recall at what point he had made the decision to take this woman, but taken her he had. And he wanted to at least know what to call her if nothing else.

"Aresenn Praetor"