Ravensblood Forest [m] let the rapture tear them away

@Thistle Cloud

hehe. ;) And this is backdated a little bit I'm not sure exactly how far back but a bit. I chose Ravensblood for many reasons but mostly because it seems kind of prophetic to me. xD

It was a full moon Ragnar saw as he glimpsed up at the rapidly darkening skyline, the fires of dusk streaking through the heavens burning brighter than any of the stars that laced through the velveteen darkness. The orb glowed silver from where it hung in the sky, larger than it was most nights. Caribbean blue eyes lingered across the burning skyline, glimpsing at the trees of Ravensblood in the near distance, admiring how the tree line was engulfed in the brilliant golds, oranges, and reds of the sunset as if the sinking sun was setting the world on fire around it in it’s last push of defiance before it would sink fully beneath the horizon. The night was crisp, warmer than many of the night previous had been but still relatively cool as Ragnar made his way across the void of land considered “no man’s land” between Horizon Ridge and Ravensblood Forest. His patrol had just been neatly wrapped up but had began to coincide with the temptation and saccharine scent of Thistle’s hormones, calling to him like a siren’s song as he was sure it did to every male that resided within Horizon Ridge.

At that point, afraid that he would follow it to where she was and that tonight would be the night that he would become a reckless abandon - his goal of the Beta rank sang firmly and demandingly in his mind as if to counter the decadent allure of Thistle’s sexually mature body - he had veered left instead of right, heading to the Forest he had deduced was sacred to the Allfather. Surely within it’s catacomb of trees, within the tantalizing dance of the fog and the silver caress of the moonlight he would be safe from any ruinous temptations.