Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

She was still for the moment – allowing the swarthy man to take in the sight that lay before him. Women had always fascinated him in the past – Blue Willow had ensured his upbringing made him respect them for what they were and could be – intelligent, fierce, wonderful and so many more things. He had witnessed beauty many times in his young years. Some of them had been nameless to him – passing by, or untouchable, within the ranks of Tartok where the act of courting was far more strict than he had encountered anywhere else. In Donnelaith, he had always appreciated the prettiness that had cloaked Lotte, though he had never gotten close to the she-wolf. And, of course, @Aria was the one who truly stood to mind.
 
He had somehow envisioned only a little over a year ago that perhaps it would be she and him that would start a family together. They had known each other intricately in some ways – a quiet support that had allowed them to work well together. He could have loved her if they had opened their relationship up further – he knew that without a doubt. But she distanced herself from him at times, and he had wanted to wait for when the opportunity presented itself. It never had, and the burning of Donnelaith had brought him to his knees.
 
Durnehviir, though. With the dragoness, it was not a slow and steady burn for more. He had wanted her the moment he had seen her – their initial meeting had implanted something spiritually in to him, and his only pause in his advances toward her had been out of respect for her and for the better of Ravensblood Forest as it came to fruition.
 
She was undeniable. Not just from the teasing scent that drifted to him, but the flash in her eyes – and that he could no longer deny his soul what he wanted. He would not suffer the past anymore. He had made mistakes plenty – but he refused to let himself mess up with the woman before him.
 
She was beautiful in her own right. The fire of her pelt that draped across gentle cinnamon and ivory. Her pale eyes did not meet him with denial, and it was then that the shadowrunner prowled forward like a beast stalking his prey. His jaws loosened, his ears thrusting forward in his intent to head her off. His movement was predatory, tapered only by the need that ignited in his own fiery eyes as he began to circle her.