Deepwood Weald main kya karoon ram

he passed well clear of the plateau. that wound was too raw.

another failure, he thought, as he entered into the weald. one in a string of many—and not even the latest! he lost himself, after a while, to the dappled shadows. it was midday, and the weather was markedly improved from even a moon ago. 

spring was coming. rebirth.

could an old man be reborn?

he clambered a bit awkwardly over a log in his way, the smells of detritus and new growth mingling and yet at odds in his nostrils. the forest seemed empty. he would not be disturbed—but he somewhat sought out the disturbance, anyway.

set for March 14

when yakone woke that morning, she felt... different. there was a restless urge, a yearning in her bones that she could not name. the significance of the change was not lost on her, but kona was unaware of the nature of what had befallen her. instinct only took her so far, and she had never been interested enough in the specifics of things like mateship and procreation to make that final leap.

her first heat was here, but all yakone knew was that she desperately did not want to be alone. it was that feeling that drove her into the forest. and eventually, a lurking figure caught her attention. an agouti wolf lingering at the peripheral of her vision. she barked, tail starting to wave in anticipation of company. come and say hello, her voice invited, oblivious to the dangers of the company of men during her heat.

from out of the weald, a pale sylph, cloaked in that cloying heat-smell.

as if she were magnetic, aditya was drawn to her, almost tripping over himself in the haste to get closer. he passed through the shadows into a patch of light, his golden eyes raking over her curves.

hello, he obeyed her command, smiling.

whatever this was made him feel young again; he stood taller, stronger, the picture of what he once was. or so it felt, to him.

what brings you into these woods, all alone? he asked. she wasn't young, though; she was only several seasons his junior, but still his junior—everyone was.

he was older than he looked from a distance, but his eyes were kind. yakone smiled coyly, closing the last of the distance between them with a fluid grace. his words were of no interest to her. driven by the spell of her heat, her lips found his jaw, teasing nibbles punctuated by featherlight kisses.

she pressed close, needy and shameless. instinct guided her now. seeking to further provoke the man to action, she nipped at his ear with a throaty whine. impatience heated her tone, her movements. yakone never was one to sit around and wait.

temptress. she didn't hesitate. aditya let out a pleased rumble at her caresses, letting her kiss and nip and touch wherever she liked. only after a few moments of this teasing did he reciprocate, running his muzzle along the graceful curve of her throat.

then brought his lips to her ear: is this what you want?

should she give any kind of assent, he would wrap himself around her and take hold, all thoughts giving way to mindless bliss.