Chimera Fields nymphetamine

it was the brush of the other's lips that brought him more fully aware; lasher turned muzzily to nudge the line of tachyon's jaw, though he spoke not. it was not a time for words. the other male was a quiet sort -- he above all others would appreciate the silence of their interlude. and so he moved in silence at a lazy clip beside his subordinate, warming to the occasion. perhaps they would hunt, or merely enjoy the quietude of one another's company.

truly was the other distracted; taltos had not let his gaze sweep with lingering appreciation upon the soft, handsome features of the male, the gentle flit of his lashes, the grace of his limbs. no -- the druid kept his eyes fixed upon the field before them and was still.