Greatwater Lake oni

they make true contact. their stasis is one of two bulls with horns interlocking, simmering with the promise of future violence.

when she lowers her head to his meal he exhales heavily into the rough fur between her neck and shoulder.

she braces over him. he maneuvers his head to her ribs. his temple rests against tense bands of dorsal muscle; he bares his teeth, enough for her to feel the corrugated contour of his molars, but does not press anywhere near hard enough to break skin.

and still, his heart rages so intensely that he feels and hears nothing but.