desire in violent overture

Lasher · (This post was last modified: March 11, 2015, 10:36 PM by Lasher.)

@osprey <3

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on the heels of his confession to dante, a new drama had arisen among them. osprey, the moonkissed sister of his former lover, was with child, and the father had not sprung from among them. lasher could not muster anger toward him, even ire befitting his rank — osprey had faltered, and the swell of her body that surely aroused irritated suspicion among her packmates would be punishment enough.

in the warm light of a springtime dawn, the beta male lifted his voice in a summons for her, standing near a cache housing the freshly killed body of a marmot. his tone was vague but firm: her presence was not requested, but ordered. yet it was vague, free of malice, and presently he fell to watching for her.