Wild Berry Meadow yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

The tone of the encounter changes in an instant, a hiss coloring the air dark scarlet and muddy green. The wraith tenses at the words, about to speak —
Teeth in his flesh, an arc of lightning through his scruff. He gasps slightly, warm blood welling into his fur, and shifts, ready to tear away from Euros. But the moan stops him. Zephyr shivers and goes still, held in place by the ripple of desire rising back up within him in response. Euros, He says, unsure how he intends to finish the sentence. He never does. Instead he nips harshly at the other boy's neck in return, urging him on despite all his instincts screaming against the act. He ignores the urge to flee in favor of the pursuit of pleasure — as usual.