he's no good, girl, no good for you

It was awful. Winter had struck, bringing along with it her heat. A damn near constant longing filled her belly, it was an ache that never seemed to go away. The only upside was the voices were oddly quiet for the moment. She had wandered, having only recently returned to her homeland but she was just as restless as ever. She had found her aunts pack, she had seen her brother and his family. But she has yet to see her father He doesn't want you. Voices hissed in protest. The woman had left the lands of Covari without hesitation, ebony stilts carried her nowhere yet somewhere.

She slipped into the caves with ease, her nails clicking softly against the hard ground. Scents of stone and moisture swirled in her nostril, only one standing out from the rest. Male. Heady, powerful, male. Against her better judgement, she drew closer, her steps slow, hips swaying. Her perfume filled even her own nose in the confined space though it did little except remind her of the aching deep in her belly.

Eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, but all she could really see where shapes. His scent became stronger until his voice broke the silence, the soft click of his nails only background noise. The woman came to a halt, eyes defying over the outline of his figure. "Hello." Soft words echoed off the walls of the caverns. He doesn't want you! Voices returned with a vengeance, screeching their protests, only sometimes forming coherent sentences. There was little she could see of him, darkness cloaking them both. All she knew, and all she needed to know what that he was a man.

"Speech"