the morning was overcast, the world leeched of vibrant colors; the grass and the trees and the flora normally green with spring cast in a dank grey hue. the morning is chilly, carrying with it the stubborn vestiges of winter not yet ready to relinquish it's hold.
raptor's pace slows as he approaches the valley, the scent of a pack growing stronger and more pungent the nearer he draws. eventually he stops, leaving plenty of distance between the borders and himself; tipping his head back to call for it's leaders.
While the season clung stubbornly to the dismal palette of winter, a shift had occurred over the past day or so that had driven Æsilfír to abandon her post where she guarded Abel most hours. A carnal hunger awakened and sent her looking for something to date her cravings.
A voice called out from the borders not far away, causing her to bristle and snarl. A male. The impulsive, wild creature within her altered her course and she set off to see who it was who had so boldly announced himself. She wanted to tempt him- seduce him to push his boundaries- and then tear him limb from limb.
But the game would become more nuanced, more interesting when she realized Merrick’s footsteps led in that direction. She followed his steps, lilac eyes glinting. Perhaps they could make a game of it; tempt and taunt the newcomer. And she deeply desired to see how Merrill might look upon her now too, that her desire was tangible.
She stalked to his side, tail lashing. She approached on his sighted side so that he could see both her and the stranger in the dull, orange orb. She said nothing; a silent, still pawn set on seeing just how much chaos she could stir up.
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The way Merrick lunged for the stranger made Æsilfír swoon and cackle. She’d caught a glimpse of something on his features for a moment there, when he realized she was in heat, that must have meant something. To react so violently, and chase off his rival, meant that he would allow no one else to touch her. Which implied that he would lay claim to her for himself.
But the touch she longed for did not come. Something strange and pained showed in his gesture as he lingered for a moment before he turned away from her. She whined and took a step but was fended off with such sudden savagery that she shrank back.
He didn’t want her.
He didn’t want the stranger to have her, but he didn’t want her either.
She hurt, for a moment, but the pain smouldered and burned. She fumed. Rejection seared through her breast and with a string of quietly uttered curses, she gritted her teeth and steeled herself against the pain.
This wasn’t over. This was far from over. And if it was going to be over at some point, she’d make sure it all went down in flames.