Silver Creek so i told him to run

iliksiis had been among the encampment for a few weeks now, keeping most to himself unless it suited him otherwise. he had noticed with some disappointment addison's scent had faded. perhaps some other man had plucked her from the creek and plunged himself into her -- if this was the case, iliksis was sorry he had not taken her sooner.

there were still other women in the clade, though none excited him as much as addison had. he liked women with fire - to him it was satisfying conquering that flame, and seeing his seed sow ruin among the embers. he would find some other soul to obsess over; first relmyna, then the girl, and now addison; chapters of a lusty life he had only half-lived.

it was particularly hard for him now that the herd was thinning; his good behavior was but a thin veneer of paint on a cracked and rotted foundation, and eventually, his patience would run dry and well... he might just find more than his teeth sinking into something.