Tormented Tarns footprints on the sand

There was a very thin line between what his genes told him to do and the code he had been instilled with. This was the first time he had found himself taking up a scent and truly following it.

As he drew near there was a frenzy that began. A burn that rose in his throat. He moved seamlessly. His body winding and weaving between trees. He drew only to a stop when his eyes laid on the female. For a moment he silently swayed within the shadows. Examining her.

This was a woman. In full bloom. There was something to be said for the animalistic lust he felt, but there were also dues to pay to whom he was. He needed to leave.

"Hello," The word dropped from his lips rather warmly. He took a step forward to be seen by her, but Collision took no other advances. Tongue ran across his lips, and he found himself at war within his mind. at the same time, he realized he needed to run his genetics told him he would stay.