Firefly Glen [m] it's getting late, and i

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@Nyra :eyes:

it'd been awhile since he'd lost time. that was nice, but in some ways, it was painful. he felt lonely more often than usual. many days, he entertained thoughts of finding a pack to join. but he knew he couldn't. he would just be a burden. he would just hurt people. so he wandered, and the days blended together even when he was coherent.
the monotony was broken when he caught a familiar scent on the breeze. something he'd smelled before... but he couldn't quite place it. he followed it, drawn in by it.

Her heat hit her suddenly, with the force of a fucking freight train.
Nyra woke up with the strong desire to mate, though it was already something she planned on doing when the season came. 
She wanted her lineage to go on. 

So the still-healing Warmaiden made her way from the safety of the Spine quietly, and eventually ended up in the Glen, where after some time, the scent of a male reached her nose.

Quickly, she began to track him down. 

Once she saw the man, she was both relieved and disappointed. He was small, where she was a mountain. How would this work? 

No matter. 

The Shieldmaiden chuffed loudly as she approached, the scent of her heat wafting heavily from her body.

the source of the scent found him quickly, which alarian found surprising. he wasn't exactly a magnet for women. more surprising was the woman herself; a huge, scarred wolf with fur like snow and eyes like pure sunlight. no — like sunfire itself. they made quite the pair, more scar than wolf between the two of them.
briefly, he wondered if so many scars would somehow mar their children.
children!
the thought left him dazed, thoughts scattered. he didn't think anymore after that. he simply stepped forward, and allowed nature to take its course — assuming the woman allowed him, of course.

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OOC permission has been given to kill Alarian! Thank u Suledin! <3

She looked upon the one wolf with want. 
He seemed awed by her, which she allowed.

Then nature indeed took it's course. As the man gave Nyra what her body burned for, she waited until it was all over to...

"Thank you." She breathed, then lunged for Alarian with intent to kill. 
She'd rip his throat out, and give him a final resting place within the Glen.

And with fresh blood on her fangs and a seed in her womb, she'd leave to the Spine again.

he never saw it coming.

not even when she lunged for him. not even when teeth cut through flesh and the empty spaces filled with blood. not even when the blood rushed into his lungs where air should have been.

he was already gone. his mind was elsewhere. far, far away, in a copse filled with golden sunlight and the laughter of children. lanawyn. runion. zamael. shaara. home; they were all home.

and he would never leave again.