Nova Peak pou mwen ou fè pati

a new scent climbed into the wind, signalling more than any words could. val turned and pursued, his lean limbs carrying him up split stone and splintered shale.

an alpine stream; he found her draped across a bed of gravel, cinnamon fur fanning out against stones of mute grey and riverwashed ash. while he understood his role to play in sapphique and his duty to her, in that moment his heart burned -- for he realized he missed her presence in sapphique these last weeks more than he ever dared utter.

he reached for her with a gentle kiss. while you were gone, you had a visitor. he pulled away just long enough to graze the velvet of her ear, pausing as he realized a new brand of bite marks along her body. his blood chilled as he paused, this time riled with a different kind of anger. who did this to you?