Firefly Glen [m]eet me in the woods tonight

the darkwood man met his match against not one, but two! he did not retaliate. as he relented, as he departed, zharille felt a stab of certainty within herself and nothing else. there was little remorse within her on any typical day, and on this one - as she stood aflame and with a man ready to take her - she felt only good for getting what she wanted.

the other man would know the taste of victory; he came quickly to grapple with her, to take what he was wanting, and zharille would let him - although she gave a powerful rumble in response to his handling, which soon faded to croons of passion.