tap tap tap

his body wrapped wholly around the bark. deliciously he felt it tug, scratch, burn. it was unforgiving. uncaring. just like his lust for his kin. he would moan, purr, quiver. he was truly lost in the moment. but something felt.. raw. he felt eyes boring into him. his endeavors paused; hazy pools of cobalt and mercury lifted and searched for that itching gaze. she seemed to have muttered something, but the look of sheer sorrow brought the man out of his lustful state. confusion and slight fear swelled within his stomach toward his throat. she looked as if he'd murdered a loved one. he hadn't.. had he? his first thought was to look toward maeva, wondering if the rotted doe had once been a friend of some sorts. i, uh.. never before had this man of words been silenced. he looked away from his lifeless coat, turning that lovely chin of his back to those sorrowful eyes of the staring woman. what could he say?