Fia was getting pretty annoyed with her hunting options as the weeks went on and she was trying work her way into pack life. She couldn’t help but feel like a burden, it was just hard to show she was sensitive to that fact. Instead she did everything she could to get out of pack duties. And maybe her family was letting her after all her time away.

She kept venturing further out from Elysium to find bigger game, the hard part was bringing it back home. But she was feeling like she had no other choice. The sound was where she used to love to hunt, but even then there was a crowd of packs in the south eastern parts of Boreas. It wasn’t easy, and prey was low due to the winter.

She was determined when she saw a deer in the more open plains before it caught scent of her and started to move into the soulless forest. She sighed but wouldn’t worry too much. It wasn’t on the run yet, she had time.

Silent paws moved across the cold logs and roots that engulfed the forest, her eyes scanning for any sign of movement as she moved on and smelled the air to figure out what direction it headed.

"Fiametta"

The harsh, biting wind was a mere whisper as Aresenn made his way through the dense wilderness. His cold gaze became more intent as he trailed the deer, its prey instinct failing it as he managed to get closer and closer. The sight stirred up something in him, a primal force that overpowered his usual apathy. The call to hunt was too strong, too enticing. Why was he this far away from home? Rational thought evaded him. Aresenn slinked through the underbrush, his claws barely rustling the frost-kissed leaves. His heart pounded in his chest, blood roared in his ears, a dissonant rhythm to the otherwise eerie silence of the forest. His ears strained to catch any sounds of movement ahead - the rustle of branches, the crunch of hooves on frozen ground.

The scent of the deer, the musky perfume of fear and desperation, filled his nostrils, a beckon that drowned out any other sense. Aresenn was no longer himself. He was the beast, the predator hidden beneath the veneer of civility. He became a part of the forest, a hand of nature herself, poised to deliver her brutal justice. His indifference washed away under the flood of raw instinct and longing. He yearned for the chase, for the kill.

A low growl rumbled deep within his chest, a sound foreign even to him. He was driven by the monster within him, insatiable in its blood lust and demand for control. His grip on reality began to loosen as this entity within him surged forth, taking hold of his senses, clouding his judgement with its ruthless intent. His gaze fixed on the deer, a singular focus that blocked out the rest of the world. The mossy trees became blurry shadows in his peripheral vision, the damp frigid air a vague sensation against his fur; nothing existed but his prey. The deer's eyes, wide and trembling, mirrored the fear pumping through its veins. It was an intoxicating sight for the beast within Aresenn, a siren song that drew him further into the abyss of his savage desires.

And then, he was on the move. His powerful legs propelled him forward with frightening speed, his claws digging into the frost-covered earth for traction. The forest morphed into a blur of green and grey as he systematically closed the distance between himself and his target. The desperate thud of the deer's hooves against the frozen terrain echoed like a frantic heartbeat in Aresenn's ears, arousing his predatory instinct to their peak.

The thrill of the chase engulfed him, washed over him like a torrential tide pulling him further under its sway. His breath hitched in excitement, a thin vaporous fog escaping from between his bared fangs, but he didn't pause. He couldn't. The hunt was on.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Fia made not a sound as she hopped across the wooden stepping stones of the forest, being sure to keep in the trees when she needed and avoid icy surface of the waters below the best she could. It was one of the perks of her retractable claws. The ability to stay silent even when she used them for grip on the trees.

She too had her target as the scent hit the air, and her method was stealth. That was, until the deer was bounding from her view. She jumped ahead, making a line to catch it off guard in the distance. She should have noticed the massive brute that was chasing the deer with her, but she was lost inside her head not so much similar to him but in the way that her one goal was to bring the deer down.

She bounded across the roots flawlessly until she met with the deer at a T. Flying forward and latching on to it's withers with an aggressive pull, flipping it over and ready to go in for the kill. Little did she know the brute was just a couple strides behind, having a quick opportunity to hop onto the deer before she could dive back into it. Teamwork at it's finest.

"Fiametta"

His eyes flickered towards the woman who had emerged from the fold of the trees, her feline agility matching his own predatory pursuit. A growl of approval rumbled within his chest as he watched her launch herself onto their shared prey. A small part of him recoiled at sharing but the primal beast within him recognized the value of teamwork in this kill.

His attention snapped back to their prize as he launched himself forward, his powerful muscles propelling him through the underbrush. With a single swift motion, he leapt on the deer's back, his weight combining with the woman's to pin the struggling creature beneath them. His fangs sank deep into its flesh- followed by the pained bellows of their victim. A metallic tang and warmth spread over his tongue, a muffled grunt left in his throat. It was a sound swallowed by the violent thrashing of his prey beneath him.

The deer bucked and kicked, its futile struggle to survive only fueled Aresenn’s bloodlust. The raw thrill of killing had morphed into a visceral hunger for dominance and control. He could feel the woman's presence beside him, their breaths synchronously heaving in the cold forest air; for now, they were allies, bound by the shared intent of life's most fundamental pursuit - survival. With a single swift motion, Aresenn's teeth met the tender flesh between the creature's shoulder blades, his grip tightened as he taste the warm, metallic liquid. The deer let out a terrified shriek, its body convulsing in shock. The force of the blow had brought it down onto its side where the struggle would soon be over. Oh gods, did he love the fight.

He could feel her beside him, his masculinity hardening at the rhythmic struggle beneath them, the warm spill of life between his jaws, the vibrant scent of her intermingling with the metallic tang of blood, the heat pulsing through is veins - it all stirred a savage desire within him that was as intoxicating as the thrill of the hunt itself. His gaze flicked towards her for a brief moment, his amber eyes glowing with an animalistic lust before they returned to their victim.

"Aresenn Praetor"

As soon as Fia was turning to take her kill, the large brute was jumping onto it startling her and causing her to regain her footing back from under her. She could sense this guy was from the neighboring pack of her own, not that she had any opinions about them one way or another. She was just pissed off they had taken the sound. There was a part of Fia that was ready to throw a huge fight over taking the deer home, but she would cross the bridge when she got there. The brute took a large part in ending the deer's life, and Fia could tell how much he enjoyed it. It was a strong visual as he bit into the deer and it slowly bleed and seized until it was dead. At this point Fia was just a bystander.

But then she saw him. She wasn't daft, and it wasn't uncommon knowledge how much her own family enjoyed the hunt. Prey or wolves. She liked to when it wasn't a chore which it was dreading every day she had to recently. She didn't think long, but she had to wonder. Simply leaping onto the young man when given the opportunity seemed foolish. So instead she decided to play the game she was ready to engage in. She dove her nose first towards the warm and dead deer, latching down closer to it's chest with her serrated teeth and growling as if defensive that the deer was hers. It was her game though, she'd have to figure out how he would play along. Clearly, clearly, he was enjoying this normality of life more than the average wolf.

"Fiametta"

As Fia lunged towards the deer, a low growl rippled through Aresenn's chest. He watched her, his eyes narrowing slightly as her teeth sank into the animal’s flesh. His grip on the deer tightened, his own teeth still buried deep in its neck, the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue. The forest was silent save for the soft rustle of leaves, the heavy panting of the two wolves, and the occasional tortured whimper from the dying deer. As his bloodlust had been satiated- his dissociation faded around the edges. Aresenn's mind buzzed with a primal satisfaction as he stared at Fia. There was something unsettlingly thrilling about the way she claimed the kill, her ferocity matching his own.

"Think you can steal my kill, do you?" Aresenn grumbled, his voice running rough with the predatory tension. He didn't let go of the deer, his grip firming instead, a ruthless dare in his eyes. While the roaring in his ears had begun to subside, his rational thought had still not returned.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Who was this... Who did this guy think he was? "As I recall I jumped on the deer first." She too matched him with a tight grip on the deer with her deadly teeth. Not letting go and speaking through barely open lips. Sharp eyes on the russet brute though. Once upon a time she would have thought, 'if I got in trouble, I'd just call for dad and he'd destroy anyone on my word'. It was a silly concept to think of now. Dainty little princess was buried deep underground, all of that was lost when she was, outside of Auster. She didn't think she'd be hurt by this man today, but she was confident in fighting her own battles. She wasn't the slightest bit scared of him and that was clear by the silent challenge. She wasn't exactly sure how far she was willing to play her game today though.

A paw smacked down on the deer's neck as sharp claws retracted easily into it's flesh, drawing blood but as if she was threatening to maim it. Like that even mattered. The deer was no longer aware of it's imminent death as it convulsed and bled out underneath the two of them. Were their minds even on the deer? He might have been bloodlusted, but Fia was more testing dangerous waters on what she could get from the eager male.

"Fiametta"

A smirk tugged at the corners of his maw, his eyes gleaming with a dark mirth as he watched Fia. She was bold, he'd give her that, but he wasn't one to back down either. "First to jump doesn't mean you brought it down," he retorted, his tone laced with a feral playfulness. His grip on the deer didn't loosen, matching her intensity as she made her own claim.

His nostrils flared, drawing in the intoxicating scent of the fresh kill – a scent now mingling with her own. There was an unsettling satisfaction that welled up within him, from the sight of blood, the taste of conquest. He could feel his pulse quickening, his anticipation building with every passing moment. In this game of dominance, he had found an equal, or at least someone who dared to challenge him. Truth be known, he didn’t give a shit about the deer. It was the fight he was after. Unyielding and unwavering, he held his ground, a low rumble emanating from deep within his chest. His chest thrummed with a predatory sort of excitement, his gleaming eyes never leaving Fia's.

"Maybe you need proof," he sneered, the words rumbling from his throat sounding more like a dare than anything else. He pressed his paw deeper into the deer's flesh, his masculinity in full display as he used that single action to assert his dominance. The blood seeped from his hold, drawing a stark contrast against the forest floor. His gaze flitted towards Fia for a fraction of a second before focusing back on the deer. He wondered how far she was going to and a part of him hoped she wouldn't back down anytime soon. This was what satiated the monster within.

"Aresenn Praetor"

She could clearly notice the bulk of himself as he fought around words with her. It didn't really matter if it was her or the kill, but he had her interest. She hoped she had his too. For now she'd go on to ignore the obvious, obvious for a sultry fae that was. It was all part of the game.

When he had insisted she needed proof she huffed humorously through the mound of meat in her mouth, "You want a mark to match?" She playfully threatened, gesturing to the massive tear in the deer's withers from her serrated teeth. Of course everything else was from him, the twitching deer between each other's tongues. Her own explanation just that he beat her to the final blow.

She didn't give him much warning before taking a surprising leap from the deer, releasing it from her jaws and aiming to topple the large brute at least off the deer and maybe get him on his back for a moment. Perhaps he could tell she wasn't so serious about maiming him, but that she was willing to dance. It had been a long time since she 'sparred' anyone. She was ready to see how he'd play along or if he'd get some kind of hurt ego. Maybe she'd ragdoll around a little. That could make it fun for him as long as she kept the effort of the challenge.

"Fiametta"

A low, rumbling growl of amusement slipped past his lips, "I'm game if you are," he retorted, seeing her leap towards him. His eyes narrowed in anticipation; he was ravenous for this kind of challenge. And what a challenge she was, lionhearted scarlet fae. His nails flexed into the soft earth beneath him, his muscles cording in readiness. As she lunged, he moved to step aside, his motions fluid and quick. Of course he didn’t dodge the entirety of her attack, the contact of her jaws against his skin causing a sharp adrenaline rush to surge through his veins. There was an immediate reaction from his strong body, his muscles tensing upon impact. His heart pounded against his chest, his senses heightened by the sheer thrill of the encounter.

Unpredictable, raw, and wild - that was the art of their exchange. He refused to back down from her, as he attempted to retaliate with his own barred fangs, aiming for her flank in a non-permanent but firm counter. The tearing of his flesh, the taste of blood, it was a heady, intoxicating mix that sent his adrenaline into overdrive. His pupils dilated with the thrill, the sheer visceral delight of it as he felt her fur against his tongue and teeth. The pungent taste of blood flooded his senses, any lingering thoughts wiped clean from his mind. Gods he needed release.

An animalistic grow l burst from his chest, reverberating through the forest The taste of her blood was a sweet, intoxicating elixir that he savored with each heartbeat. "Is that all you got?" he mocked through the flesh he had anchored his teeth.

"Aresenn Praetor"

She could have easily assumed he was no stranger to the ways of battle or holding his own. He looked like quite the brute to get tangled up in, tooth and nail or in other ways. Sure it could be a compliment, but really from Fia a boy was a boy. He was more physically attractive by her means, though she wasn't sure if she had a type. Maybe it was just hulking, it could be time to found out.

Her teeth were gentle on him, but it was too easy to do damage with the smallest touch. She was careful, unlike what she allowed the male to do to her. But she could make it fair game, her claws were just as dangerous as her jaws. But a lot easier to control the amount of injury. She wouldn't just let the brute grab her, because while that would help his lust for blood that wouldn't be so enticing. Not for this very moment in their first couple steps.

She moved slightly out of the way just as he had, his teeth biting down into her thigh. She could sense the frenzy in his breath as he met the scent and taste of her blood, and maybe that's what helped drive her more not that she needed it. She loved to know what she could do to men, how she could bend them to her own desires. If this brute was brought alive by her blood, she loved to slake the need. The physical contact is what she loved more than anything, but that was more recent.

As he kept a hold of her she returned with a pulled lip snarl but turned up a slight grin as he nearly challenged her more. She didn't respond with her voice, instead lunging forward to wrap around her legs around his waist with her chest into his side, aiming to prickle her feline claws into the sensitive areas of his stomach. But more importantly to try and knock him off balance by dropping all her weight from under his grasp. It would be more enjoyable if she could get him on the ground, no matter who took charge from there.

"Fiametta"

Aresenn’s amber gaze narrowed slightly in response to her attempt at trying to knock him down. He tightened his own grip around her thigh to keep her from slipping completely, but he couldn’t help the sultry thought of exposing himself to her- just as she seemed to want it. His raw, unhindered desire permeated the cold mossy air around them. Aresenn's heart pounded against his chest as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. Fia, with her enticing scent and audacious attempts to usurp him, was a fascinating puzzle he intended to unravel. With the prick of her claws into his abdomen, he gave in to her grapple of balance, tucking his shoulder as he hit the ground.

With the twist of his body, he couldn’t maintain his grip on her thigh. And as he landed into place on the flat of his back, he was rewarded with a full view of her, bare and enticing. Aresenn let out a low chuckle, his gaze never straying from her. There she was, wild and unyielding under the spectral canopy of the moss-laden trees. The cryptic fog curled around them, twisting and twirling in an intimate dance of primordial desire. His eyes traced her form—every curve, every dip—in a predatory study. He wasn’t as close as he would have liked to be- but he was close enough. In a swift motion, he forcefully reached up to lap at her most sensitive flesh, an impish smirk spreading across his features at the taste of her mixed with the blood from her wounds. His tongue moved deliberately, savouring the sweet tang of her. But under all of his teasing, there was an undeniable air of possession, as his inner demon craved a different sort of satisfaction.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Clearly, clearly she wasn't shy as they toppled over and had a moment to experience each other for the first time. Fia usually tested the waters a bit when it came to things like this, but from the moment he bit into the deer she knew this would be easy as pie. They both seemed to drive each other to what the other wanted, two great minds think alike she supposed.

She openly let him view her, a humored huff from her by the idea of the brawl that led them right where she wanted him. She would have happily been under his will too, and there was still the opportunity to do so later. Her tail slightly raised and to the side after she had all her balance back on the ground or onto him. She couldn't fully expect what he would do with the offer, but she wouldn't pull back from him.

He was all out in the open too, but she was easier to hide. There was no doubt that she didn't want to close herself off and jump up. A dangerous lap from the brute had her tensing for the sensational tease and bit of shock from one stranger to another, but again she wasn't afraid of the consequences. Her head turned just slightly but she couldn't turn enough to view his face behind her. She purred as her gaze moved back to what was under her chin, "Is this what The Syndicate is hiding behind the curtain?" She gestured to his most broad trait, being a little more clever in how she laid her paw and claws close to him, prickling along the thin skin near his sheath, "My, I suppose I should be trembling with fear." Most of the packs just went by the word of their reputation, Fia wasn't worried about them. Maybe she should have been, but she was too lost in a trauma dream to realize what any of them could do to her. She had survived once.

"Fiametta"

This is what the Syndicate is hiding? “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” He grumbled back at her, a hint of amusement seeping into his tone. "Fear has its uses." His breath hitched as her claws danced dangerously close to his vulnerable flesh. A thrill licked up his spine, a rush synonymous with standing at the edge of a precipice. “But if trembling is what you want, I’m sure I can help with that.” The Praetor brute growled, his voice low with desire.

His predatory grin widened, his dark eyes alight with feral delight. The primal energy within him surged, a deafening roar echoing through his psyche as he felt the ephemeral tether that held him to reality thin and fray. He thought he could feel the desire in her as well, something similar of his own savage thirst reflected back to him. Whether by her design or his, it didn’t matter; the game was in full swing now, and he was more than amenable to play along. To allow her to lead, as long as they were both heading in the same direction. The taste of her was intoxicating- maddening all at once. Aresenn pressed closer, driven by the tantalizing scent wafting through the still, damp air of the mossy forest. His senses were overwhelmingly full of her - every breath he took was rich with her essence.

"Aresenn Praetor"

She didn't say much else but growled through some sort of acceptance to what he wanted to do to her, for him. As he indulged in her she played an easy part in building more desire between the two of them. Her back legs wrapped tightly around his shoulders but she still rocked from above him like a wave as he lead on. It would only be another short moment before she let her soft, feline paws wander everywhere between his thighs. She teased him in more effort than he was her, almost careful about the places she touched until it was no longer a thought of where they would end up. Only soft moans as he did his own work, a realm she didn't have too much experience in herself when it came to her own pleasure this way. For men though, it was different. She indulged the same way he did with her tongue, gently at the edge but full deep soon while she was careful to handle him gently because one wrong move could have seriously maimed him. That could have been part of the thrill.

She really could go on until he couldn't anymore, but she'd beat him to it because the aching she felt for him to be joined with her another way was almost unbearable. Maybe he could tell by the way she moved with him and the noises she let out. She used a paw to push herself away from him but wouldn't fully remove himself from him, instead spinning agilely, crossing her own paws until they were met face to face. She couldn't help the smirk as she looked and fell back down on top of him still not done with the game. She was drawn to the physical attention more than anything, it didn't really matter in what way. She brought her nose to linger nearly lip to lip, letting out a hot breath as she pressed herself against him still egging on the tease. A paw pressed down center of his chest as she would finally come to join them together, extracting her claws into the thick of his chest as if she could feel and touch his fast beating heart from there. To her he seemed to enjoy the pain it brought, but it was probably more the frenzy of drive to kill, even if it was his own blood. The seclusion of the soulless forest fit for the two of them, though she wouldn't care who could wander in. She was still in the mind of a loner. And this was rooted down in their primal ancestry.

"Fiametta"

His mind was on fire, alight with the raw, primal energy that surged within him. Every touch from her felt electrifying, stirring a feral desire that threatened to consume him whole. The way she moved against him was maddening - a dance of tantalizing seduction that he couldn’t help but buck his hips to. The soft moans slipped from her lips as he worked her over. The predator within was completely enraptured by her, his senses heightened to an almost painful degree. Every movement she made felt like a spark against his skin, setting him aflame with predatory lust. His eyes, wide and glittering with an animalistic hunger, trailed the seductive movements of her body as she danced upon him. His ears caught the low, enticing purrs that rumbled in her throat – a sound that did nothing but fuel the fire raging within him.

Aresenn took in a shuddered breath as she separated herself from him, her paws gracefully twirling her body around until they were locked in a tantalizing face-off. His eyes drank in the defiant smirk that played on her lips, a devilish grin that said she was playing her own game. As she descended upon him, Aresenn could not help but mirror her smugness. His paw traveled up, tracing the arch of her spine before coming to rest at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. His other paw curled around the curve of her hip, feeling the muscles beneath his touch flex and contract with each of her calculated maneuvers. The predatory thrill of a chase wove through the threads of their intimate entanglement, charging the air with an electric intensity.

Her nose was a breath away from his, their lips so tantalizingly close. Though this wasn’t about affection. It was about power, control, hunger. The primal drive to conquer and claim. As she impaled herself against him, the sensation shot through him like lightning, pooling heat in his lower abdomen. Her scent filled his nostrils, heady and intoxicating. A smirk curled around the corners of Aresenn's mouth as he held her gaze, reveling in the potent mixture of adrenaline and raw desire that brought a dangerous glint to her eye. He tightened his grip on her body, the pads of his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to elicit a response to match the pricking of claws at his chest. A low growl left his throat, the sound echoing in the eerie silence of the forest.

He wouldn’t give her much to adjust herself- he couldn’t restrain himself. The initial roll of his hips sent a tremor of satisfaction down his spine. Aresenn's pupils dilated, darkening his gaze as he watched her, consuming every rippling movement of her body upon each visceral collision. There would be no stopping now.

"Aresenn Praetor"

To be so willing, it ignited her. She wasn't quite sure how it would be with a less willing male. If she would want to win them over or take them by force. A funny thought, though not one that was on her mind at this very moment of course. She loved the way he looked back at her, even if he was stuck in another place in his mind. She probably meant nothing to him, and she was okay with that. She'd be fine walking away and never seeing this young man again too. She was just happy to fill the void for the moment. Fall back on something she knew she could do well. She could say the same for him.

It was like he knew how to touch her, grab her, it wasn't his first rodeo. Easy to tell. She responded in the way her body moved and the way her breath fell off her tongue. Enticing him to believe everything he did was right, which it was. Every place they were connected tingled with sensations that she felt like she'd never experienced before, but that was far from the truth. Just the ways of good lovers and the stint of time between each one.

She met him with the same force and movement that he asked for, finding a steady rhythm as they moved far past common pleasantries and straight into animalistic desires for each other if only physical. Fia's eyes closed as she experienced every bit of moment in a euphoric level, fluttering open to see his owned darkened expression back at her. She'd let the waves crash over them naturally before she was piercing both her feline claws into his shoulders and pulling to roll them over so he had his advantage on top of her, almost effortlessly without disconnecting. A lusted gaze without word hoping he would get the hint to have his way with her, to find his blissful end. And then perhaps... they could know each other's names before going their separate ways. Chances of meeting again weren't non-existent being neighbors. But she knew she'd never go out seeking the boy again. She hadn't had the desire for anyone else.

"Fiametta"

The pure, unfiltered ecstasy was too much to bear. He gripped her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. His movements were fluid, rhythmic, the sensations building with each thrust. He could feel every ripple of her body against his, every shiver and sigh that escaped her lips. Despite his seeming dissociation, he was acutely aware of her atop him, of the heat and rhythm they created together. He was lost in the sensation of it all, his normally razor-sharp focus honed in on the singular point of their connection. It was a strange contradiction, losing himself so completely, yet being more present than he’d ever been. But of course, it was merely the demon responding to a call of action. He could see the pleasure she felt mirrored in her expression, in the way her body arched against his. It was carnal. Raw. Demanding in a way that left no room for pretenses or hesitation. His breath hitched as his eyes darkened further, the pupils dilating with an intoxicating mix of desire and pleasure. A low, breathless grunt escaped his lips each time their bodies met, the building pressure becoming nearly unbearable.

At her silent command, Aresenn aided her in switching their positions, the prick of claws in his chest as he now loomed over her. He moved with an intensity that was ignited by the look in her eyes, a wordless plea for him to take control. His rhythm increased, every thrust more powerful- more viceral than the last. His own gaze flamed back at her with an unspoken promise, teeth grit in concentration as if his reality depended on the rhythm and pressure. A guttural growl escaped him, the sound rippling through the quiet forest like a predator's claim. His fingers dug into the mossy ground on either side of her, each thrust now bringing them closer and closer to the edge of their shared precipice.

As he felt her body tightening around him, Aresenn's eyes shut in ecstasy, every nerve ending ablaze with the impending climax. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the beastly rhythm of their bodies merging and separating in a hypnotic cycle of pleasure. His breathing was ragged, punctuating the silence of the surrounding forest. And suddenly, with one final merciless drive, he tumbled over the edge. His body shivered violently in the throes of his climax, completely lost in the euphoria that rolled through him in powerful waves.

"Aresenn Praetor"

As he leaned more into her, Fia pulled her claws back and instead went to run soft paws across the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, much more delicate than the way she handled him prior. She let out muffled groans through a bit lip in response to the way he handled her as well, not letting it go one sided. Her eyes remained mostly shut as she savored the moment through every movement, every thrust, every breath. If he had been paying any attention to her at all, he would at least know that she was satisfied. She felt more emotionally attached to him as the act of their encounter grew and was reaching his end. Odd to feel for a man she didn't even know the name of but it was purely the want to be desired. That even when it wasn't his own feelings, all of his thoughts and focus was on her even if just physical. It meant more to her than she'd ever say out loud.

Abyssal eyes opened as he made his final call, letting out her own open cries not worried about who else could have been residing in the forest. Two savage beings fit for the moment it seemed. Soon her gaze rested, trailing along the lines of his shoulders and chest, glancing along the features of his face and chin. She caught her breath and wondered if he would get up to turn and leave immediately, giving him the floor. Not until she knew his further intentions would should give up her own name or ask for his. Silently in the heart of her mind she wanted him to stay. But she wouldn't withhold him from wherever he came from, and where he needed to be. Certainly he had other priorities now that the high had been chased and caught. She'd wait for his next step as her breath and heartrate slowed down. She was desperate for the aftermath, but wouldn't be so outright.

"Fiametta"

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"