Don't believe me, just watch! [Kyarst]

*Kyarst* · 12-04-2014, 09:38 PM

There was no sweeter smell in all the world to the nearly-two year old than a woman in heat. With his coming of age he found his loins almost always on fire and this moment was no exception. He followed after the scent instinctively - the dame several hundred yards ahead of him. Her stench clung to every tree or bush she crossed near, leaving him the perfect trail. His breathing was heavy and ragged as he strived to narrow the gap between he and her. The snow certainly didn't make his task any easier, and as he labored through it he would be forced to stop from time to time to catch his breath. Strenuous exercise always got him winded, even as a man just beginning his prime. Alas, he stopped again, breathing hard, panting, and gasping for air. His lungs were on fire - hotter and fiercer than the fire in his loins. He coughed and spat in vain, lungs clawing at his insides in protest. Finally he breathed in, and again, and again until his lungs was sated. He breathed in, relishing in each breath he could now take, and noted a certain familiarity in her scent. He cast it off as useless knowledge and continued his quest, now rejuvenated. It didn't take him much longer to narrow the gap, and soon enough he could see her form weaving through the trees - occasionally dipping into the thicker portions of fog. He smiled semi-triumphantly and neared her from her right, slowing his pace as he got within a few yards of her. “What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" There was a hunger in his tone, and a powerful note of danger. He had smelled her, seen her, and now he wanted her. Limbs sought to carry him across her line of travel, to stop her in her tracks and force her to get a look at him too.

“speak,”

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