Cerulean Cape [m] We had a place that we could call "home".

What to do didn't present itself, but soon enough there was a who to do as a stranger popped in to his periphery and boldly came close. He didn't recognize her — but as he watched her approach and began to investigate with a few cursory sniffs, he found the familiar scent of her season wafting like a lure from her body. He should know better than to tango with odd women by now. Considering all the chaos that had unfolded after his last conquests, Firefly knew he was smarter this time around — or thought he was — but as she drew close she seemed to have lust on the mind. She was not bad to look at; that wouldn't have swayed him either way, truthfully, but he was trying to block the urge to mount her then and there. It wasn't working. He rumbled a low warning deep in his chest as he moved around her, but the sound lost its power quickly as he circled her, vulturine and growing hungry for her.