Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

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She was a fine creature. Perfectly proportioned, firm with muscle, ripe - he knew it, and so did she. And when Amekaze rose up and drifted a single step from him, that initial step to fly to her haven in the dark, Lazarus could do only one thing. In his mind her actions were influenced by his presence, but not as flight - she was rising to meet him. Her body to his. And he could read her body well enough, look between the lines and know that she held her own desire. Yes.

He lunged before she could get too far from him, and in his zeal he was not so tender. When last they'd been together, they had danced. They had watched one another, studied the movement, the muscle, and now Lazarus was being tested. He knew what to do without thinking; his mind addled by her scent and by his own selfish wanting. His chest rose up and he draped one forelimb across her lower back, scooping with the paw, drawing her in to him as if in slow motion. In fact, he did this roughly. Yarding her with such force he would likely leave her bruised and battered. He hooked himself to her hip with that limb, and slammed the other adjacent, feeling the pockets where the famine had tried to hollow her out. Amekaze was strong.

As Lazarus pulled, as he desperately and eagerly attempted to position himself, he wondered if this was what conquering the mountain was supposed to feel like.