Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

so this was what it was like to become a man. arcturus had always dreamed of this moment, from the moment he was first aware he possessed something not everyone did -- and the moment did not disappoint.

for him, anyway. being a novice at this particular endeavor, he probably got far more enjoyment out of it than towhee did.

fast-forward because the author sucks at writing this stuff, arcturus recooperated alongside towhee with a dull haze to his thoughts. did he just? had he just? SCORE!! his stupor lasted as long as the silence did, and then towhee spoke. his ears perked as he blurrily tried to make sense of what she had said.

round two? like, again?

arcturus did not realize this chance meeting would awaken a hunger in him he had not known existed; he would become greedy, relentless, even.. but not for some time. for now he just wanted to drink in everything about towhee, hold her close, not let go.. because he had shared something with her he had never shared with anyone.. and she, this magnificent fucking woman, had let him..

he listed to his side, his gaze tracing her adoringly. she was everything he had wanted in his future woman (and all guilty thoughts of wraen and moriko had completely left him). she was strong like him, more confident than him. she knew what she wanted and she took it, she was beautiful, she was positively amazonian.. hydra would approve of her.

oh shit, hydra.

his eyes opened, the fog in them lifted. what had he done? had he just.. bound himself to a woman? did this mean she was now his mate, that he would have to parade her before moonspear, and take her as his? he was not entirely uncomfortable with this situation, because as far as he could tell, this was a woman that was meant to be moonspearian.. but he was still so out of his element.. "does this mean we are mates?" arcturus found himself blurting, wanting to hook himself around her once more, and never let go.