Broken Antler Fen not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

the force of their bodies together sent both reeling - she tumbling through the snow, and he gracelessly reeling. he steadied his limbs as she turned back upon him like a caged animal, her pristine teeth bared and a primal fear in her eyes. he saw that horror and seemed to grow, feeding visibly on the emotional torment that showed clearly across her muzzle.

she asked what he wanted and a derisive scoff pressed his tongue, but he cut it off quickly. he glanced about them - they seemed alone. he had already tasted her once, but he felt his want for her growing -- he had promised her they would encounter each other again and here they were -- alone -- or rather, she was alone.

he smiled confidently then, the expression simpering and ugly as it crossed across his lethally thin muzzle like an insidious shadow. "you." he replied simply, already feeling his loins turning as he thought of how he had defiled her in the snow months back. the memory triggered a sense of ferocious longing in him and he stepped towards her in bold and careless steps, his want writ clear across both his muzzle and by the swelling that appeared along his groins.