Ravensblood Forest just came to say goodnight

trainwrecks. he is vulgar i am sorry

A woman was here.

Her scent unmistakeably familiar cut through the pine sap of his forest. It had clung to the wenches and the women of the sea in his first winter, yet Nox had been too young back then to do anything more than watch it draw the men in close like an obedient fish on a line. He had seen it more times than he could count. 

In his mind he knew what he must do, though his desire was fuelled not by manhood but by the ugly urge to exert control over she who stepped foot here. To possess. She reeled him in, until his advances were cut short by the scent of another. A man. 

The captain revealed himself from the shadows, his pelt bristling and streaked with redsap. He gazed to her, a white dove in the murk, and then to him - a man that rivalled the sequoias themselves. A man that had beat him to it. Nox was no match for him, he knew, and yet a mixture of annoyance and arrogance compelled him to try. "Are ye gonna fuck her or shall I?"