Wild Berry Meadow hold your ground

She yearned for the embrace of a familiar man, a beast of the southern deserts, who could make her feel like a true goddess; she thought of them now, imagining herself to be striding through the mesa proper, men calling to her and fighting over the fire she carried deep inside. She felt the unfamiliar touch of the stranger and sighed, her eyes shut, her body half stepping back - she was like some sort of mindless beast with her lust! How dare the gods curse her with this!

 But the man did not take her. He whined and cajoled her, crept along and then, as she was just building the confidence to give herself over to the fire, he tore away. She caught a flash of black in her vision; bright eyes, then his racing figure obscured as he bound away from her. Thrilled by the natural pull of a hunt, Parvati did not pause for long as she lunged after him. A flame chasing its shadow.