Duck Lake i. shock and denial

they danced —

circling one another in an intimate, deadly game of power and lust and rage.  they were each predatory in their gait, each posessive in thier gaze.  her lips curl up as he snaps at her.  she can feel his confusion but she relishes it, clutching it with a greedy fists and brandishing it close to her breast.

she reaches forth as they pass each other again and grazes her nose along the lenth of his body, arcing over his ribs and in the notches of his abdomen, curling over the massive berth of his hips before she thrusts her head up in the air, defiant, nose to the sky.

the nameless woman's growling whines continued, increasing in pitch and fervor, and her mind wanders once more to another encounter —

... a fevered pitch, warmth of two bodies pressing together bathed in hormones and heat.  a song of blood and war, of desolate and untamed lands ...

— and when she pulls back to reality her gaze returns to that of the man who filled her present instead of her past with an intense and unmatched ferocity.