Chimera Fields see, i try & look up to the sky,

girl unknown came towards him. to him, she was no daughter of mountains, merely another face that he could not quite place, not someone from his current life, nor of his past, and so what was she? a blur? a newcomer to forneskja, said the side of his brain rooted in logic. and so he thought, perhaps, that he should be treating her with some higher level of decorum, but instead he could feel the acid within his stomach, burning at his throat and coursing through his veins. he felt like a walking headache.

stop talking, came a low, rumbling voice, spilling from his chest like a man expelling his own blood. he drew himself forward, head lowered, the stature of a predator growing closer, closer, until his hot breath was a pant upon her nose. a whisper of a voice, then, said: just fight me, and he would stand, awaiting her teeth. her claws. her violence.

it was what he needed to feel ... alive.