Ouroboros Spine catch the manic rhapsody

Raimo carried his rank with great pride, as he carried the scent of Kukutux with equal feeling. He did not care who might know of the space he had shared with her. He wanted more of her and wondered if their night was a singular event, or if he could return when darkness beckoned and be with her again, and again, until her lust became more.

His mind was busy with thoughts of Kukutux. As possessive as Raimo was of his position he was growing more invested in the wise-woman. He liked the fire he had sparked inside of her — the anger, the desire. He was lost within the story he had been gathering, having inserted himself so thoroughly.

Raimo knew he needed to distance himself to think clearly. His effort to find Adrastus and begin gathering his hunters could not end with that first failure. The shadow roamed in search of @Lótë — she was the greatest candidate for his group, aside from @Sialuk, who he imagined would not be keen to follow him on any hunt.

Especially if he carried the scent of her mother so heavily.