Hoshor Plains lord hear me now, junkboats and english boys

His limbs unfolded around her, and he pulled himself from her with a sound that made her wilt, the heavy scent of whatever act had just concluded thick on her pelt. With him withdrawn, she felt hollow, cold, but his next words were quick to reintroduce the burning fear into her. His tongue passed over the tears that had gathered, and with a burning breath she lurched forward, held on swaying limbs and the very image of a stunned doe that Ikisis had so predicted. 

His gaze clung to her, she felt its taint still. Stomach rolling, she took a step, swaying and almost crumbling before fear pushed her onward, into a trot and then a canter, away, away, away.