Deepwood Weald Both the slave and the empress

When their lovemaking took such a toil upon him that Raimo needed true rest he did so with some despair in his heart. He did not want to close his eyes and be without this new-found shadow. He did not want to open his eyes and find her gone, a figment of a dream, with the past day and a half being only his imagination.

When he did wake he looked for her and found @Jakoul bundled tightly against him and was flooded with relief. He roused her with a greedy affection and climbed his way across her; feeling her every inch, relishing the curve of her hips. Afterwards he stood and stretched, feeling hungry for more than just the woman.

He did not want to disperse from her — and together they could find something to eat, share more than just their bodies with one-another. Come, he asks her, striding a few steps from her side as he led towards the deepwood, hunt with me, he sombrely begged; wanting to see her move, but also to prove himself in more ways.

phone post, apology if short <3

She remained close, nestled into his side as if it was a space she had occupied her whole life. The night was peppered with sleep despite her body’s beg for a full night’s rest. She did not toss or turn for fear of waking her shadow, but she would open pale eyes and listen for the rhythm of his breath. The feel of him against her spine or belly.

There was silent affection painted across her when he rose. A slow sweep of her tail in approval of every move he took. Only for it to cease as he made a move away.

So soon?

A greedy thought that encompassed all of her groggy mind. Yet he whisked it away just as quickly with such a tempting invitation. She would rise after him, and sought to trail by his side. A firm bump of her shoulder against his hip as she aligned herself with her shadow.

They moved together; he was large and imposing despite the low slink of his body, and she was narrowly built but quick enough to make up any difference.

He wondered if she knew these woods - if this was her home - but she still carried the salt of the sea beyond the aroma they now shared, not pine, not oak, not the burned masses peppered with green shoots.

Raimo was distracted. He wanted to see how she moved more than anything. He knew how she felt and how she made him feel, but that was limited to one angle. Raimo wanted more from her. To see her prowl like he prowled, strike at something, draw blood. To share a meal as well as a sleeping place, or a body.

He thought of all that they could do together. Then, spurred by the presence of wolves in the wood, something shot from the cover of darkness and the movement drew his eye. Instinct took over and he picked up his pace, lunging with each step.

The unison reminded her of a past long gone by now. Diving through the crow flooded forest of Blackfeather, on the hunt after something. Except here the shadows were alive in a far more tangible way. The two of them roused the forest into life as they lunged after the movement.

Her jaws parted slightly, mentally alert and excited by the scent on the wind. Foreign to her, hardly enough experience chasing after them.

To a trained, exposed nose? A fox.

Perhaps an unusual hunt, but Jakoul remained committed to the chase. Willowy and streamline as she ebbed and flowed by his side. A furious hunger buried within every inch of her.

if you’d prefer something else prey wise, i can edit!

The last time he had seen a fox it had traipsed across Moonglow's limits and been caught, its pelt bestowed upon Kukutux as a gift for her to work on.

When Raimo saw the flash of fur this time he knew what it was immediately. With a powerful leap off of a rise of moss-hewn soil he plunged after it.

Beside him, behind him, seemingly everywhere — there was the narrow shadow.

—Did Kukutux still sleep upon the fox fur? They had shared it on some nights; black and white on burning amber.—

This fox was harder to follow as it twisted down the maze-like paths, finding cover in darkness or the reaching mess of branches steepled overhead. Raimo flashed the woman a glance before turning on his heel and chasing after the beast.

She aimed to use her willow build for more than temptation. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could slip between those mazed paths. Push ahead beyond her shadow and seek to impress with a kill.

There appeared a strain in her lean muscles, uneven gait holding her back from a lifetime ago of quickness, as she bolted. An eagerness to be ahead of him for a heartbeat.

A harsh click of ivory teeth at the bushy bottle tail. Just out of reach.

The fox, living fire striding on limbs of soot across the white, lunged away from the snapping of teeth. Raimo watched; he moved to cut across both paths and reached to snap at the creature too, causing it to stumble and click its heels.

He could have finished it quickly there. Together lunging to tear at that vibrant coat. Instead, in a playful mood bourn of good spirits, Raimo would play. Harassing the fox in to moving towards the shadow or twisting himself through the dark of the wood to give it a false sense of security.