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she lays limp within the twisting grass, tail streaming behind her whilst drafts of impish wind tug giddily at fluttering fur. ears twist back as slow wriggles push her body forth so that elbows balance on the edge of the earth; paws left to dangle, so minute and impotent in such a position. lips curl upwards at the dizzying sensation to encompass her mind as hind legs gather giddily under her stomach. at such an angle the ability to swoon right over the edge would be ultimately effortless and she pushes more weight upon trembling forelimbs. i am in control.

the air bites viciously at stinging eyes yet ears dare to flutter forth to catch each tone of the crashing waves far below, shadowed gaze fighting the sting to watch somewhat listlessly at the power that roved restlessly beneath swaying paws. so insatiable it was, eating hungrily at the land she balanced so precariously upon. how long before all this was swallowed away? would the sea just keep coming until there was nothing left? and then...would it be at peace or would it grow crazy when its own greed stole away its only sorce of prey and it was ultimately alone. no one left to marvel at its magnificent strength and no reason remaining to crash and snarl. eyes lift slowly to look out into the blurring distance as muscles grew lax and the weight was evenly distributed to all of her body once more. had there been land out there once too? had the sea simply come along and swallowed it whole? a soft sigh slipped free from frowning jaws as her chin fell upon the grassy verge. 

perhaps the sea wasn't so ethereal a force after all, proud and greedy it sought only to feed and be marvelled at. sounded vaguely familiar alright. humming thoughtfully, she remained laying upon the wounded earth even as the chill settled calmly into the depths of her bones.
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Set a week after returning to RUS, gonna keep everything vague ~

Who would have thought that Rosencrantz would leave Rusalka borders again after his last little excursion left him with less of himself than ever? Perhaps he was keeping an eye out for the cannibal, any signs of the twisted man that might be important to prepare and warn others for this looming presence and threat for anyone they might encounter. Slow and cautious, the paladin was wary of any movement that caught his eye, with a hair-trigger temper these days even if the cannibal was lurking in the shadows, he was certain the outcome would be different this time.

Finding himself on the opposite side of the map where he had found the sandy coated anthropophagist. Where he could hear the waves crashing up on the shore, smell the salty tang of the ocean on the breeze and it grew stronger and stronger as he approached the overlook. But something else slowly invaded his senses.

Tundra. That familiar perfume mingled and took over the scent of the salty tang, as he focused on it, oh her, he followed it until she came into view... Halting on the spot, he didn't dare make a noise or approach any further. Lost in a dream-like state, he wanted to approach, to see and talk to the woman again - but as he remembers his face, the new scars and missing bits, he turns with the desire to leave her be, to spare her from the horror show.
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disruption. this was something she'd learnt in months of relentless training to become a soldier...no, killer, monster...she had been no soldier. swallowing hastily, ears slowly twist upon her head to focus on this new disturbance as muscles slowly bunched. sometimes hearing alone was not enough, in the midst of battle chaos left little room for the sounds of telltale snaps and patters of paws, much like now with the roaring body of water below. so she'd been taught to detect this disruption, a shift in the air. it had taken her so long to get it at first, impatience roving throughout that juvenile body that just wanted to run and twist but it had eventually become second nature. exhaling slowly, she let eyes fall shut against the relentless slap of the moaning wind. 

if they were sneaking they didn't want to be detected. slowly she pulls her forepaws back from the edge, movements carefully executed to avoid alerting the predator lurking close, too close, of her awareness. ears lean carefully, desperately attempting to pinpoint and- there! focusing entirely on that presence and yes sure enough that sound, all else can fall away now as eyes remain squeezed shut and lips curl back. that bastard would regret thinking her perilous location would make her an easy target. like a cobra her paws kick and twist so that she is spun with a fluid grace, cutting the air whilst a snarl rumbles free from her chest like a clap of thunder. panther-like she crashes upon another and spares a brief moment for smug pride at her successful accuracy before preparing to make them regret even considering forcing her into a prey role when-

narrowed eyes suddenly widen as her nose twitches, jaws falling slack as she stumbles back a few paces. rosencrantz? her heart constricts painfully in her chest and there is a moment where she considers fleeing, ears falling fast against her head as wide eyes flicker with unease until she noticesfucking hell. "what the fuckshe exhales breathlessly, briefly frozen as eyes marvel distantly at the wreckage of his face. yet its quick to pass as her tenebrous gaze narrows and rage burns throughout her gut. somewhat brash in nature she pushes into his personal space without seeking welcome to look upon the horrors. fangs grit savagely as she turns sharp eyes to focus on the steady glow of his "who the fuck did this?she was sick of these bastards.
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Watching her as she observes the sea and the crashing wakes below, he yearns for her company before deciding to spare her his face. When she lunges for him, he turns the destroyed canvas away to hide it as much as possible, even as she approaches with teeth armed - their bodies clashes and he still did not move other than to watch the woman with his one good side. Even in his attempt to hide the hideous side of himself, he could see the terror in her eyes.

And his soul sinks.

Our tradition continues, hm? He darkly teases, trying to alleviate the moment, that look in her eye. More often than not they meet through fangs and claws, it was almost expected now as he encounters Tundra, usually he himself as the aggressor. 

As she approaches to get a closer look, he continues to twist his features away. Ears flattened as he swallows several times, preparing for her judgment, for her wrath and disgust - and instead, he was met with rage. Rage for his loss. A cannibal. A simple explanation, his own gaze hardened at the thought, to think back at the moment. She was so close, he didn't know what to think of it, of what to do other than to sit there like a good boy and relish in the moment of closeness even if it were but brief and to gave on the horrors of his exposed wounds.

At this distance he could smell her... only her... only... her. Frowning, he began his own questions. You're without a pack again.
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the briefest of smiles, velveteen in nature, is coaxed forth by the stroke of his voice. yet eyes continue to shelter under the shadows of storm as they fix stubbornly on the sneering wound sat upon his face and the half hearted gesture is all too quick to fade once more as fangs prick at blackened lips. eyes widen in surprise as he twists away and as if mimicking his actions her own ears seek refuge flat against her head and she hastily backs away. idiot! so engrossed in her own rage she'd failed to consider how he must feel and it's only now as she seeks the warmth of his honey glow that his own reluctance to let her eyes scorch the tender flesh upon his face is brought to light. did he think she was disgusted, repulsed? no! yet her lips form no words as she listens to the hollowed uttering to fall from tight lips. teeth grit as she glares stonily out to sea for a few moments, desperately attempting to grab ahold of her temper like how one would clutch to the reins of a bucking horse. she is not sickened, disgusted, freaked out...she's seen it time and time again. she is enraged, all these fucking wolves thinking they have rights to others bodies...

and that is where she stops abruptly, breath hitching lightly as new wounds scattering her own shoulders and flanks give a jeering sting in response. shuddering, she turns back to rosencrantz; inhaling the salty tang of the restless sea in an attempt to calm down. was this rage personal? she had no right- shaking her head, wearier eyes slip delicately over his familiar frame once more. "i'll kill themmuttered stonily as tensed muscles fall lax. she should say more, assure him that his face does not make her want to wince or turn away, yet how can one really word that? her pelt ruffles at his next words, gaze dropping to study listlessly at dirtied paws. shame burns hot in her cheeks as teeth make quick word at the inside of her mouth. she'd fled sagtannet without a word, like a stupid coward. "yea umshifting uncomfortably, small shoulders lifted in a shrug. there was no way to word it without sounding shitty so she didn't bother attempting. "andraste...the leader of courtfall, she died so wintersbane merged with mahler of diaspora to form sagtannet. i uh fell really sick during all that and distanced myself from the pack to recover lest i pass it to them. afterwards though i...i just didn't feel right and i left. i actually left teekon for a while, i only returned very recentlya dull smile steps daintily upon her features as she finally meets his gaze once more "you're actually the first wolf i've met again so farwhat were the chances of that? small world she supposed.

standing once more, she stepped closer to him to inspect his face. yet this time there is no rage, she doesn't know how to use words to ease him of any fears that she may be repulsed so perhaps she can show him. steps are slower this time, mindful of his own wishes as eyes soften considerably and it is tenderly that she brushes a cool nose very lightly along the fringes of his scarring, tail swishing low at her hocks.
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She pulled away, and he didn't wish it so. Naturally, he took it as the missing pieces were enough to drive a rift. He couldn't read her thoughts and only made assumptions he thought were safe to do so; could anyone believe him now if he told them he was once a handsome prince? Chizzled and bred for perfection, trained to hone the power of his body and now he was beastly on the outside as he was inside. A perpetual sneer with a literal "ugly side", he saw every future of his own slip away even as Tundra gazed into the sweetened eye of his. 

Tundra had wounds of her own, judging by their history it was nothing too surprising. Both were quick to fight, to retaliate with tooth and nail, scars and wounds were normal for warriors. He was both proud of her abilities and pissed off anyone would breach skin on her hide. I know you are capable. His voice soft, but tone dark. If the paladin knew anything about Tundra is that she was fierce, but he would never wish for her to meet the man who took his face should a similar fate fall upon her. This time, he wished the sandy demon to evade this one soldier.

Andraste, a name strange to him but that shouldn't be so. He knew the woman from before, but with her change of alias, she was nothing but a shadow in Tundra's past. He frowned at the mention of her being ever sick, she seemed better now and supposed that's all that mattered, no need to linger on something that had passed. She was not his to control either, but a wild beast he could only appreciate when graced with a moment of attention. 

As she approached once more, slower with grace, her gaze neutral, he didn't turn but instead flinched at the feeling of something pressing against the still healing wounds. The flesh felt naked without a lip to cover the normally hidden sides of any beast, but he didn't pull away. It's quite the face to meet first. Were not what he wanted to say but the words slipped out regardless of his desires. I'm glad, I missed you, thought about you nearly every day, and yet those words are what he says.
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"I know you are capable."

there is something darkly remorseful flickering to life within shaded eyes despite slender fingers tugging at charcoal lips to tempt forth that meek little smile. 'if only you knew how much so' she muses in silent response, intensely searching the shifting depths of that sticky pool of honey 'you may not look at me with that strange sheen anymore'. quite disheartened by such a realisation, she tears free from his enrapturing stare to study the shivering blades of grass poking about pale furred toes. why does he study her in such a manner? she doesn't know how to explain what it is he does but...there is something divergent about it. such thoughts leaves skin tender to the graze of such glances and now she needs not even to look in his direction to know where his eye hits for she can feel it as if small claws trail teasingly across the targeted areas of her figure.

swallowing hastily, she peers up to him once more as the steady rumble of his voice tickles at velveteen ears. the air is so much sharper up here than what she's used to, a wolf of shadows and woodland where the air is crowded with different variations of life; she cannot deny the electrifying thrill of lungs expanding to such salty sensations. dizzied by it, she grasps desperately at the sudden platter of responses wanting a turn to bound free from twitching jaws. shivering lightly at the striking chill; her long tail swishes restlessly as minute paws guide her sylph like form back a few hesitant paces only to then return to the brawny build of his exterior.  she is so deeply glad to have him here and yet is ultimately cowed into silence by the confusion that brings. 

gazing deeply, jaws crack "perhaps a bit unorthodox of me but...i find myself marvelling rather than cringing at the way in which our bodies portray such intense experiencestilting her head in a quick bird like movement, she feels the instinctive pull aid her body in tilting so that the buzzed air writhing between them is significantly decreased "and i believe anyone who disagrees lives a very dull life indeedwere scars not in a sense, art? brutally so perhaps but it was how the body shifted and adapted to deal with the pains it endured and survived. they should be worn with absolute pride, no?
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Of all the women he had the pleasure, and sometimes displeasure, of meeting, Tundra was above them all. Despite the beautiful sight behind her of rushing waters, the power the ocean brought and the sheer sense of insignificance it brought upon all those who gazed out into its vast nothingness - his attention was solely on her. 

Thoughts swam around in his head, back to the conversation he had with Rosalyn of what the season brought and did to all those who listened to its call. How he thought back to Tundra in that very moment, and now, even now as she didn't stink of that familiar scent, did she chose a male this year or was he free to continue dreaming about her being all his? And as she spoke, his daydreams grew wilder. 

At her admittance of his new appearance being more something to admire than not, the perpetually half-grinned man relaxed. Instead of turning his face away to focus on her solely with the 'good' side, he allowed his head to rest in a more comfortable position to view her straight on. You never cease to amaze. The part where skin still lingered twisted to match his right and grinned. He certainly did agree, even Roaslyn's own scars were nothing he saw worthy of cringing but instead to read like a painting. 

Keep this up and I may have to take you home. Being more at ease with his disfigurement, in fact, he had momentarily forgotten all about it as the man couldn't help but tease and flirt in return in his own strange way.
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as if psychologically tethered, the moment her words cradle him into relaxing she too feels a strain she hadn't even been aware of carrying depart from her lean muscles. at the tilt of his head, no longer fruitlessly shielding her from the decor of his face; a real smile blossoms across blackened lips. 'beautiful' she wants to exhale, yet for a word so gossamar in nature it hitches uncomfortably in her throat as if thickset. a soft chuckle does manage to lilt forth at his declaration, the sway of her plume growing more vehement in nature so that it was close to resembling an actual wag. she thinks briefly of maegi and her intricately marred features, what had become of the young woman? yet even those vague misgivings do not achieve in chilling the warm feeling spreading tender tendrils throughout her chest.

leaning back slightly, a slender brow is arched with bemused skepticism at this sudden kittenish warning. "home huh?she echoes, regarding him with curious amusement. leaning back now to settle on stiff haunches, her tail gathers neatly across her paws. "and what exactly is home to you?she quips, yet is genuinely intrigued. rusalka was his pack, but had it also become his home? she'd resided in a few packs now yet only one had ever reached home status and it was not too hard to guess where as wistful images of the shaded woods pranced across her vision.
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Expecting more so a quip in return, he was taken aback by the swift change in tone after an exchange of childish laughter between the two. What was home for him? Rusalka was a place of rest, certainly, he had grown close to Rosalyn and Erzulie, the wives being two of the few within the pack he has had regular contact with and enjoyed their company - but did two wives who didn't belong to him, make a home? Where none of the children were his, and he was just a guard dog watching at the borders and nothing more.

Did time make it home? Frankly, he has never felt that sentiment, truly, other than just a word in a sense, that feeling of ultimate belonging and longing for a certain place or group as one would see as family, that same feeling he has observed in the packmates of Rusalka. Their home was the sea, and the group clearly bloomed in its presence. Hmm... The tone rolled on mindlessly as he pondered the answer.

Me. His answer was simple, he was his own home. His own vessel. Though scarred and worn to the bone, aging and shadowed with grim thoughts, he was his own home in the end. The only constant, the one thing that was his. Rusalka has been good, and I don't plan on leaving... but nothing, no one there, is mine. He was still but an outsider, looking in.
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shaded eyes rove curiously over his robust figure as he mulls over her enquiry, taking the time to wholly appreciate what was himwhite knight...esoteric smiles flutter daintily across her lips as she glances off towards the distant sea. convulsing body of power, tundra saw the beauty to her mystifying presence and yet could never shake the feeling that there was nefarious intentions behind each frolic of her crashing waves. she blinks back as he vocalizes his pondering, smug little grin perching atop serpentine features at her success of pushing forth a question worth such brain work. in the end it's a simple little chip of an answer yet it's accepted all the same with an intrigued nod. her brain is quick to run away with this, twisting it playfully so that the urge to point out that that meant he wanted to take her with him builds at the top of a jestful tongue. however it's chased back quickly by countering anxieties as to what kind of trail that turn in conversation could bring them down. frowning a little now, she casts him another peculiar look; searching. why did she get so damn weird around him like this? such witty remarks were harmless and yet the idea of uttering it makes her tongue feel dry and heavy.

slow nods accompany the rest of his words, tongue running lightly across pearly fangs as she mulls wordlessly over the odd feelings prancing about her vessel. so demanding in nature, it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore them. "i felt like that in courtfallshe finally allows after a bit of consideration. "not blackfeather though, i can't really tell you why but the moment i set paw in those woods i just kind of knewa soft sigh pushes through as she continues quietly "you know i've considered more than once claiming them myself but....not many wolves outside of the melonii bloodline seem fond of the forest and i don't think even they would appreciate me trying to claim them, plus i'm not exactly the most social of wolves and am therefore not too popular, so i don't think anyone would want to follow me there anyway" 'except you seem to enjoy my company' she tacks on silently, 'why?' shivering against the chill of the increasingly rugged breeze, she gazes up at him somewhat tentatively. the humming expanse of air between them left her feeling on edge, too much concentration having to go into resisting the magnetic pull to close that distance.

she wasn't naive, she knew what she was feeling. had she not felt it before? a hasty swallow as unwelcomed memories float hazily to the surface, sweet faolan. shadowed eyes drop heavily to small paws, ears leaning slightly back at the thought of him. then there was aries, yet what she felt around the tenebrous man was so different. what existed between them was an ethereal force, darkly powerful in nature and ears fall even further back as guilt accompanies memories of their intimacy. their shared breaths as bodies met hungrily in conclusion to their predatory dance, it felt so wrong to remember such a thing around rosencrantz. so what did that even mean? what she felt around him was so different to what awakened within her around aries, it was more stable- she felt safe with the ghostly rose, whilst being with the shadowed man left her feeling many things but safe was never one. huffing lowly, she glanced back to him and his beautifully marred features: secretly pleading that he'd somehow have answers to the mess that was her.
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If only he could hear what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. Was he talking too much? The topic, was it appropriate or too personal between them? Though she did not make him nervous in particular, it was the opposite really. She had a soothing effect on the knight, Rosencrantz felt like he could truly be at ease in her presence despite how dangerous they both seem to be. There was no need for masks or lies, but he himself made him nervous. His second thoughts, regrets, anxieties for ruining whatever they had. He did have the tendency to fuck things up very suddenly.

As she spoke of both packs, Courtfall and Blackfeather Woods, he found himself yearning for that feeling. To know when something felt right. It was so strange to think anything was possible, almost like a fairy tale. His eye never failed to keep its attention on Tundra, even as she finished speaking and turned to him as if seeking answers, his gaze did not shy away. I would. He said with certainty after a while. 

It felt natural to say, but it did come with repercussions. How could he leave Rusalka after being there for so long? The familiar faces, they allowed him to remain for so long and were even building trust with their border patrol. Rosalyn even offered him a litter with her, but Tundra... that was a whole new thought. Could he choose? The answer was simple, if asked, he probably would. Leaving Rusalka wouldn't be easy... 

But with you, I'd have something Rusalka could possibly never give. Comfort. I can't quite explain it either... I simply miss you during our time apart. Unlike her, he didn't quite understand how he felt - it was similar to Rhaella... but different.
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"i would"

she blinks up at the resplendent glow of his sun kissed eye, so starkly different to the stygian depths of her own and smiles ruefully, head already beginning to give a small shake. it is certainly all a bit wondrous, that he would pledge himself to her like that without even skipping a heartbeat and she is left a little breathless at the sheer emotion that stirs within her. there is gratitude and fear and so much more crammed in between those. she just cannot wrap her head around why, she is somber and aloof so often and yet he is persistently kind to her- her brows furrow a little; why?  

she should say something, in case he takes her reaction as rejection- it is most certainly not that she wouldn't like to whisk him away to her tenebrous woods. she just couldn't do that to him, tear him away from a decent pack to forests that most felt suffocated and on edge within. yet he gets in before she can let a syllable slip through charcoal lips and her head nods along with the words he releases. her breath hitches a little in her throat and she swallows hastily to cover it up as inky eyes withdraw from his face. 

comfort

she feels it too, it is as if the air embraces her softly when she's in his presence, as if it whispers nice things rather than sneers or taunts. she could get so used to dancing with the giggling breezes, tinged with that playful electricity rather than stalking through whipping chills and hissed warnings when alone. yet anxiety wriggles throughout her gut as her teeth prick at her lip, she loved faolan and it killed him. there was no sugarcoating that and although the wolves that stole the life from him were far away; the memories haunted her so starkly that sometimes rationality was not enough to convince her of her safety and those she dared care for. yet the words to tremble softly from her tense jaws are "i miss you too rosencrantz"

she looks back to him now, pressing her look so intensely into his own as if he might disappear if she so much as wavered. she has run blindly into battles, taken down wolves twice her size without so much as a blink and yet it is things like this that requires the deepest of inhales and summonings of bravery. but she does it, and with her jaw set she lays herself emotionally vulnerable by giving into the instinctive pull and crushes the tingling air between them so that her face meets the plush fur of his chest. her heart hammers heavily against her chest and she feels a little choked as she inhales him. if he doesn't pull away she'll stay there, focusing on the feeling of each breath expanding the muscles in his chest. exhaling a little shakily, the soldier simply murmurs "i'm not going to ask you to leave rusalkathere's a finalizing firmness to her tone, hinting that she does not intend to budge on the matter. at least, unlike many, many wolves; tundra was not overly ambitious. sure she'd enjoyed the feeling of leading alongside maegi in blackfeather but she didn't fantasize over being in a position of power. before escaping to teekon she'd been a mindless soldier, not allowed to retain even a free will. in the end, freedom was good enough for her.
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Silence lingers after his proclamation. Naturally, he wonders again if he had said too much? If the moment wasn't right if the feelings were not mutual and thus made it all awkward and difficult for her to wrap her head around it all. Curse it all, curse this feeling he had, his thoughts, his desires, his appetite for her that clawed around in his head every moment she was near. She made him stupid, a brainless tool and it only seemed to worsen the more they spoke... the more he got to know about her, the more she spoke. Every little bit he hung onto.

Then, she finally broke his thoughts. Shattering the worry and doubts, sending his insides on fire. If someone of his species could sweat, he probably would have been by now. No other made him feel this way, this particular way. Rosalyn made him nervous about being a father, Vespera as a reminder of ghosts in the past, Rhaella was a moment of possible happiness - but Tundra, he could not make sense of it.

In an explosive moment, the two collide in an embrace. As soon as she moves, so does he, not only welcoming her into his chest but pressing into her and wrapping his head and neck around her head, pulling her in. Her sweet scent filling his nostrils finally. There was no muddying it now with their proximity, every inhale bursts with pleasure as he takes in Tundra's perfume. With his breath growing heavier, he fought against every desire to want more. Greedily desiring more than just this tender embrace - but he wouldn't dare give in. He was better now after all.

Would you ever take me up on my previous offer? Managing a moment to level his breath to speak, perhaps before he would have been nervous for being too forward, but now, he was focused on Tundra's touch and just how good it felt.
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a shivered exhale flutters free as he draws her in close, wrapping her into his embrace. there is the briefest of moments where the adrenaline hissing throughout her body tenses up her muscles and an irrational need to break free plows through her. yet pushing out that exhale seems to expel the writhing tension and with muscles relaxing, she allows herself to melt into him so that it is impossible to decipher which fair hair belongs to who as they twirl greedily with each other. tundra had come to use being small to her advantage; when sporting such a svelte figure she could be mistakenly taken as a 'delicate little girl' which she had despised for so very long until accepting it and twisting it so that she could take people by surprise and spin the wheels in her favour. but...tucked against the curve of his chest, she found that she didn't quite mind her petite figure. 

eyelids fluttering, she drank greedily at the taste of his aroma flooding her senses. hyper sensitive nerves wriggled under each of his warm breaths to trail soft fingers along the back of her neck as lips curve upwards at the thickness to accompany each of his inhales. she felt predatory again, his clear desires playing with the insatiable hunger purring greedily in her gut as she inhaled him like a drug. ears twist as his chest rumbles when words slip forth to battle their way through the giddy air dancing about them. there's a moment where she's utterly dumbfounded, nebulous gaze blinking up to focus on the curve of his jaw as she runs over what the hell they'd just been talking about and..ohh. leaning back only slightly, as unwilling as him to let too much air snake in between them,  she regards him whilst battling back the whimsical energy within that urged her to get up and follow him wherever he went. attempting to be more prudent, or was that just a word to hide behind rather than admit cowardice? swallowing a little, shaded eyes drop to look down at where their stubborn pelts intertwine. her mouth feels dry.

"i...oh lords she doesn't have a clue what to say but she needs to..give him something. what does she want? she doesn't know, her brain shies away from the prospect of peaceful bliss, suspicion etched into every fibre of her being. he deserves better you selfish idiot....but...so what if she's selfish, she wants him. she does, she does oh she does. confirming this so brazenly leaves her a little dizzy, she, tundra, wants to go with him. wants to be with rosencrantz. peering back up at him and seeking that delightfully sun kissed eye, she allows a weak smile to grace pallid features. "you mean going with you?she fights against the urge to let muscles tense in response to the anxiety lurking at the fringes of her conscience. "i....yes, yes i want to go with youher ears sweep against her head, tentative gaze brushing across both sides of his face before she adds quietly. "not yet though...i gotta figure some things out but...soon, i promise i'll come back to you soonyea, soon, that worked. sighing softly, she let her head lean against him once more as she looked out to where the waves rolled moodily in the distance; appreciating the fragility of such a perfect moment.
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Their touch was electrifying. Her own desires pulsating through the air. His mind and body intoxicated with the eagerness for something more. Her small figure against his, swallowing every inch of the woman he coveted gave him a carnal pleasure, a satisfaction of sorts that most of his kind seemed to enjoy as well. The fact she wasn't as delicate as her structure would fail to illustrate only fed that desire, she was untameable and strong a challenge he so blissfully feared and enjoyed.

Mildly protesting Tundra pulling away by trying to pull her back in with his chin, lasting but a split second until he pulled back enough to give her the space she needed. That single eye finding its home in her own dark pools, finding serenity there. Hm. With a slow nod, he confirms her question of his own. Having nothing really new to say and not wanting to take any kind of spotlight for the moment. Completely lost and drowning in his own lustful thoughts, he was indeed a man with a simple mind. 

Beside himself, as she finally uttered the words he oh so wished for. He couldn't even be certain how to act right now other than offering a smile on the side that could, even as she corrected herself, his expression didn't change or falter. It was far better than flat out rejection. Was he perhaps beginning to hope for too much now for them? Would this crash and burn in disaster as it did before? I'm a patient man. He drawls lightly in a smooth, buttery tone, welcoming her leaning into him again - a feeling Rosencrantz could easily get accustomed to.
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she smiled, murmuring with a touch of jest to his affirmation; "you'd have to be to have put up with the likes of me for so long". they sit like that for a while, shared breaths, crashing waves and murmuring winds all to accompany the shared moment. this, this was true peace; the thing everyone sought. but peace wasn't kind, she was mysterious and fleeting which perhaps is what made them seek her so unwaveringly. so it seemed to be much too soon before the light began to grow hazier and shadows began to peer restlessly from nearby nooks and crannies. letting a sigh flutter free from charcoal lips, stiff muscles would shift reluctantly to draw her figure from the warmth of his robust frame. blinking into distance; she let her mind remain blissfully blank for a few moments longer as sharp breezes got back to tugging longingly at fair hairs. inhaling the crispness deeply, shadowed eyes would finally flit back as her body pivoted lightly to face him once more. peering deeply into the warm depths of his honey bathed eye; she murmured quietly "i've got to go....for nowshe feels a little breathless, starkly aware that the next time she'd see him she'd be coming back to stay- what would that mean? it both excited and terrified her.

stretching leisurely, she'd let lips quirk up into a coy smile as she purred quietly "where exactly will i go to find you again rose?she rocks onto her toes and back again as she awaits his answer, the last thing holding her here until she departed but..she reminded herself...departed temporarily. she would be back.
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They sat like this for a while. Long enough for the skies to change colour and frankly, he could have stayed like this a while longer still. The distant cries of seabirds, overlapped with the chorus of crashing waves. It was all so beautiful but his attention was mostly on her, everything else was background noise to the moment as he soaked in her heat, even if it was just from where she leaned on him.

But naturally, it had to end eventually, she had to go and honestly, so did he. Feeling the crisp air grow deeper between them, he grew aware of Tundra pulling away. We moved closer to the sea. He paused to study her further, time was ticking and soon they would part again. Even if she said it would be temporary, it would always be long enough. Greedily watching her stretch, such a treat to watch Tundra extend in such an elegant way. We're claiming some moors in the West, next to a grove of coconuts. 

He'd wait for her to part first before heading back in that same direction he told her, to the moors where the others probably didn't even notice he had left for a while...
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leaving this open in case you want one more reply!<3

her eyes rove across his figure, drinking him in greedily as time marches on to their inevitable departure. or well...inevitable because of her. she ignores that part. nearer to the sea..a curious shiver dances up her spine as she glances hastily at the restless body of water stretching out until it blended with the darkening skies. she'd never imagined living next to something so unassailable, it makes her feel acutely infinitesimal. she swallows and blinks back to the intense gaze of her company, maybe being small didn't matter though. on the contrary, perhaps there was something freeing about such insignificance. smiling wanly, dainty steps tiptoed her close once more as she inhaled every bit of him and murmured "okay, i'll find you..soon thenshe leans back breathlessly and studies him for a few more intense moments before letting the lingering smile grow more animated as she offered a little dip of her head. "until then, rosencrantzand she'd drift past him, purposefully pulling her svelte figure along the entirety of his flank before there is nothing but cool air snaking across the curves of her body as, without glancing back, she heads deeper into the earth's grasp; leaving him to the wild seas.
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