Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

He had not meant to depose her so harshly from his grip, but desperation had lent him the need to release her as quickly as possible, so that the sacred air could be restored between them once more. So that her aura could find itself again and once more defend from his darkness, and it would lurk just out of her reach, as she would from his. Raheerah stepped back and watched her, but so little time had passed before she pressed back into him, and he felt his muscles tense. Their closeness caused him discomfort - he did not wish to touch her again. He was not sacred, like she; he was a beast, a monster, the unconquerable darkness, but he was not eternal.

But this was what she wanted. And so, he shifted, accommodating her tiny form. He moved so that he would sit upon his haunches and place both of his front paws on either side of her, cradling her small, moisture-laden form in his warmth. Still, it electrified him, and he would relish the moment he would no longer be obliged to touch the sacred being beneath him.

Raheerah sucked in a breath and cocked his head slightly, looking down at her with his single, burning eye. "Yoouu should not bee wanderiing aloonne, Lham." He rumbled lowly, quietly, as quietly as a thunderous beast could.