Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

praimfaya's chin lifts with that stalwart pride that never seemed to leave her; even as her body speaks a different language than she'd known it to. she knows it during fights: attuned to every muscles, to the rush of adrenaline, to the excitement that makes her crave it and finds this to be similar but ...vastly different. she watches him rise from his meal — a small fawn's body that is not enough to hold her attention as he drifts nearer.

closer, she wills him with her mind.

the noise he makes; a sound she considers as affectionate with a hint of possessive that makes her want to bear her teeth. she belongs to none ...but that wasn't true, she thinks. she belongs to her people, to rivenwood. and to her children, if they came about.

she has always belonged to others; such was the burden of the commander.

still; he beckons him closer with a soft rumble of her own. tail swaying; praimfaya does not shy away from him as he reaches out. brazen, she follows in the movement he's created, pressing her nose to his cheek. she does not recognize the scent ( at least, i don't think firefly glen was around last time pri'd visited moonspear ) and finds that she doesn't care. she is not curious; at least not right here and now in the heated moment she feels like a palpable cage of energy 'round them.