Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

not for the first time did sobeille marvel how men made maps of women’s bodies.

she thought of firemother and how the men had forced her body to change. women were always altering their shape to accommodate the men around them. if it were not for the expansion of their womb to house the life inside of it, it was in the arch of their spine to allow men to move within them.

it fascinated her to learn that these scars came exclusively from men; did women not fight?

or perhaps, women were more calculated with their actions.

an immense urge compelled her to reach out for sivaak’s fur, trace the lattice framework of scars over her polar pelt; to run her senses along each ridge and peak, down into valleys of knotted flesh that showcased the body’s profound ability to overcome.

but she did not, for an instinct within her told her it would be received poorly.

what must it feel like for men to possess another’s body so fully?

what kind of scars you be havin’ dat cannot be seen? sobeille asked, wondering if sivaak’s soul bore the same gristly texture as her skin.