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The first time he had run into the young freckled mistress, she had been hunting for herbs. The last time he saw her, she had been hunting for pleasure. Marcus had let her starve that day. Not in the way of food, as he had provided for her a squirrel. But he withheld from her a 'good time'.  

But now he missed the heat, the way he could feel it rise from her while she arched beneath him. A pang of regret was felt as Marcus thought of her willingness. No doubt if he ever saw her again, she would be upset. Just because he liked to play drawn out games, doesn't mean others did.

the wolf of the canyon had left her sated for a long while, the time it took to descend the sunspire. but the cravings had returned when mireille dropped into the valley.
from there she crossed to the taiga, leggy trot carrying her inexorably for home.
she smelled of men and wild places; she longed for the salt tang back at her nostrils and wound into her pelt. 
a scent, and familiar. the sapphique leader snorted and passed by, wondering why the man had lingered here. she would not stop unless she was halted.

The bachelor had been due to leave this area for quite some time. But the unfinished business that he watched pass him by had him tethered him here. He didn’t blame her for giving him no mind, but he didn’t like it. 

”My favorite girl.” He proclaimed after her with a wide grin, taking on a quick pace to catch up to the fiery woman. She still held that savory scent that lingered behind her, a view that wasn’t too bad to look at.

Marcus sought to step directly in her path, and with a few more steps he passed her and did just that.The wanderer stood broad shouldered in front of the young wolf, years of experience holding him confident. If she tried to go around him, he would grab at her. Of course if she truly did not want him, he would never force himself onto her. It wasn’t his way. But he wouldn’t leave this area with any ‘what if’s’ left to ruminate over.

for him mireille only had a warning click of teeth, ears splaying like that of an annoyed mare. "no one else rejected me," she chuckled coldly. "only a man who t'ought he was too good for what i was going to offer."
her tail lashed; she side-stepped him with slender red legs, meaning to grant him a wide berth and continue on her way. how dare he try for what he had thrown aside!
and yet! some low and intrigued place wanted to know how he would now act, having been denied.

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Again her rejection was not a surprise, but he didn't like it. He didn't like it in a fun way, though. He didn't like it in a way that made the man chuckle darkly after she clapped back at him, seeing himself in her as she dared to side step. He was getting a taste of his own medicine and it turned him on. It had been so long since he had someone, and the frustration was beginning to build. The feeling grew in the pit of his abdomen until he couldn't take it anymore.

"You put words in my mouth. I only wanted a chase." The man snarled, but with passion in place of aggression. He aimed to overtake her in a single bound. If he was successful, the brute would barrel down on her slender frame. With his weight and a gentle yet firm grasp of his jaws, he wished to control her body. Show her ways in which she had not been taken before.

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she caught his approach, quick; mireille recoiled, striking out with a snarl that turned into a lunge.
she thought of the glacier man and her blood quickened. he had given. he had taken. why should this man fight for less?
mireille meant to reclaim her honor, from his hide if necessary. and all the while, the whipsong of desire sang in her veins.

Her movements were quick which allowed her teeth to find his shoulder. She tore into him, but in a grazing way as the beast side-stepped. He knew the risk associated with this endeavor and silently the aggressor relished the sting of her teeth against his flesh. 

Blood and her heat sent him into more of a frenzy. Marcus contorted his body into a crescent moon shape as he once again befell her, wanting to overwhelm her with the sheer size of his body. Snarling with more aggression now, the ruddy loner meant to use the broad side of his bloody shoulder and chest to shove her into a nearby bush, in hopes she might lose her balance or become disoriented. 

If he could manage that, he could then attempt to control her again by taking her nape and leading her back into the clearing for a proper mount. Whether he would be gentle or not would fall to her. If she truly did not want it, he would let her go.

at once it changed from rough flirtation to something seething and dark. the way the man grabbed for her nape incensed mireille, who sensed then that he meant to possess her in a way she did not want.
her snarl grew toward steel. he was far larger than her, but she had fought the man who had followed her sister. for now, she remained without fear, biting in truth for his face as her heart started to pound.
men! the audacity! 
now she wanted his submission.

He became too much for her liking, and no longer was this enjoyable for her. He didn't mind it himself, but if she didn't want to be taken this way he would not push it farther. He backed off with a snap of his teeth as hers clasped mere inches from his face. Posed with legs slightly bent, waiting for her to come at him, Marcus didn't see the point in baring teeth or rumbling a warning. He was the one who had gone too far, and he would try to respect this as he shook off any lingering strings of desire that still tethered him to her.

"The chase is over, then." Marcus offered a half apologetic look, half annoyed. Annoyed at himself for toying with this young female and annoyed that he wasn't the type to just take what he wanted.

as fast as it had begun, it was over. mireille, conflicted by their aggression against her want, regarded him with felfire in her emerald eyes. "i didnae want to be chased by you," she spat, though her hackles smoothed and her voice was not malicious. 
he had touched her gently, left her wanting. the force he had applied today reminded mireille she would not be handled that way again. the glacier man was the only.
her chin lifted. "why should i let you near me?"

The more he had time to step away from the female, the more Marcus was able to begin to think clearly again. He was an asshole to leave her in the first place, no matter how much it suited him in his sport. He was sure she would rather have him whimper for her and grovel like a petulant man, but he would not. That didn't mean he couldn't apologize.

"I didn't consider what you wanted." Marcus observed calmly, practicing introspection as he was unsure where the sudden aggression stemmed from. Was it a lack of control in his life that left him craving this? The cuck didn't consider anyone but himself in the past months. 

"I am sorry." It was all he could think to say. The man still stood at the ready, banner held erect in dominance as his testosterone continued to rage. He felt powerful, but was ashamed of it.

his body said what his words did not. men. mireille's mouth twisted. to give in would be to reward his slight. 
her own figure urged her to examine the breadth of his shoulders, his clear eyes, his healthy demeanour. the seawolf needed only one thing from him.
but others had given. 
"be sorry elsewhere," mireille suddenly snarled, flashing red in the air; she meant to drive him away as she had done the others. 
his penitence could cede her this land, surely.

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He nodded, backing away from her savage advance but not flinching. Part of him still liked the outcome. He got a rise out of her, and for a moment in more ways than one. He would take care of himself later in light of the events. 

Marcus shrugged off her hostility, having no real emotional connection to the girl. He did not wish her ill, but had no issue in turning tail to leave with not a word to spare.

<333 thank youuu sorry this did not pan out for either of them D:

retreat he did. it mollified mireille in some ways, though the burr of his actions would rankle her for a long time thereafter. 
in silence she watched until he was gone.
and then, in fury, she turned and continued upon her way. he would have made a lovely consort for a time, but in the end, her pride won above her body's want.