Silver Creek yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

iliksis would have been glad to plunge his seed into addison, but not for the same maternal reasons. as she was bent over the silver ripple of the creek, iliksis was watching her -- hungrily, at that.

for a long time the man had controlled the beastly rhythm in his chest, and ignored the insiduous tendrils of compulsive violence that lingered in his minds-eye. seeing addison, frame bent downwards while the raw shock of a pink tongue danced along her thin lips -- iliksis felt something reptilian in him lurch.

he had been too careless before; giving into his own brutality whenever the whims corrupted him. several times now it had nearly cost him his life - he had learned.. but he had not changed.

she would catch him staring if he drank in the fine gossamer mocha of her fur too long, or studied that snowbound snip on her muzzle too closely. iliksis moved noisily then, stalking down the rocky embankment so he too could draft from the stream's icy waters, and possibly make it look as if it were chance's design that brought them together --

instead of him stalking her.