Nova Peak [m] red wine supernova

lorcan did not know what lured him out into the night cold. his mind was heavy, blistering with thoughts of plenty. he was concerned; concerned for elowen. he did not wish to bring about her ruin. at the same time, he knew he shouldn't care. he had never been a man who cared.

this was not him. he did not like what he was becoming under her influence. still, she was his responsibility. he could not cast her aside.

or could he?

this question came fast and violently when his eyes laid upon the woman who traipsed before him. tail curled in a high arc above her pelvis, purpose intent to let her scent bleed across the plains at the foot of the peak. lorcan felt the familiar urges grumble to life in his stomach; he slowly approaches from atop the foothill, a growl vibrating off his tongue.

his slow waltz picks up into a generous striding, muscled legs carrying him with ease after her. coming close enough to grow high off of her strong, feminine scent; nostrils flaring hungrily. his teeth snap, to graze upon her tail.

come here. he goads.