Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

It had taken some time to drag her from the cuesta to the hollow and the shroud of trees. He had cared little for damage to her body. The firm clasp of his teeth had sunk into the muscles of her scruff and pulled her across rock and earth for miles. And when he had found a quiet place in the trees, he stopped to drink and bathe himself in the cool water while she remained in a state of faint breath and closed eyes. 

When he emerged, sopping and dripping with wet, he approached the starlight woman and he pried her mouth open to administer his herbs. Even if she woke and found another burst of speed, her vision would be so clouded with visions that she would never find her way home. 

Then he waited, drawing his tongue over the marks she had created with careful admiration for the jagged wounds she had left in his flesh. 

@Silvertongue