Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

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Far from the view of the ocean she went, as if to shield her beloved coast from the interaction she must have with men if she were to birth more children. She would teach them to love the ocean, to revere it, and to welcome its presence in their lives- as dangerous as it might be.

She danced through the valley, leaving a dizzying trail of tracks behind, dotted with scent markers that would advertise her presence. She felt, when she finished her dance, as if she had supped on fermented fruit, and longed for some then- so she might marry her inebriated state to the whirling emotions within her, and excuse herself of any uncharacteristic actions she took.

intent upon his errand of fetching arlette her lavender, a ceaseless and fruitless search, lestan was pinned to the earth upon his return with wide eyes and a searching nose. infatuated with winter's wake, it was the man's face which filled his dreams and punctuated the waking.
but the mayfair was still hale in his desires, and somehow seemed to realize his status as unattached in that moment.
she had been on their borders, this pretty nymph who patterned the snow with her desire.
he trotted after the woman, eyes soft, tail low; he was no dominant who might press, only a man thoroughly ensnared beyond thought.

When she looked back, a dark figure followed her like a fallen leaf, stripped from the branch and carried on a breath of wind.

She did not look to study his features- he could have been ugly for all she cared. She did not charge toward him to test his strength- he could have been spindly and weak for all it mattered. She did not run, to test his speed- it would not change a thing if he had been unable to run.

For the strength of her children would come from her.

Their beauty would come from a long line of queens, their strength from the ferocity of those who had beget daughter, and those who had daughters before then. The matrilineal line was what was pure and golden; her children would excel because she made them.

So she moved toward him, though her gaze fell deep into the man’s sunflower-and-cerulean eyes, looking not for any semblance of his demeanour, but for the willingness to comply with her body’s demands.

she devoured him with her eyes, an amazonian despite whatever flesh bound them both. he stopped dead, tailtip wagging; he allowed any exploration she might want to have of him. to be used and to be discarded; to be demanded into rise; it did not — hinder lestan as he thought it might.
as he thought it should.
she did not speak and thankfully nor did he, inching closer on trembling legs with a little whine proclaiming his willingness to be commanded by her whims for a time.
quietly, witchvoice spoke; mayfair blood! mayfair blood! should it not end with him? alas! too late he was to turn now from his body's lust.

She moved to close the distance between them, noting the friendly, submissive wave of his lowered tail. She showed little joy as she moved around him, her breath fanning and feathering his fur as she looked only for signs of ailments- communicable diseases that might put her sacred body at risk- and ensuring that he had the necessary physiology to perform his duties. She lingered only long enough near him that she felt she might stir more enthusiasm, before she meandered along his side, pushing his fur in the opposite direction as she paused by his shoulder.

He seemed keen and willing enough, and having assessed him and found him without obvious fault, she leaned into his shoulder, snaked her muzzle beneath his chin, and strode forward a pace so that her raised tail could curl around the back of his neck like a feather boa.

being so close puddled lestan's mind; it turned him into a shocked creature who suddenly did not have a single thought of his own. it was comfortable in a way; he drifted eagerly behind her, face blooming with red blush.
here? here! did she want him here? only a little shame wriggled up from the depths of his spirit.
his body, however, was doing a marvelous job of response.
he nipped the base of her tail, gingerly at first and then with a simmering growl.