Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

as mona's stride slowed and she pressed along his longing flanks, rannveig was reminded of their last encounter -- their last embrace. he felt a shudder of excitement course through him, but he stayed his mounting excitability by nipping gently at her hips.

driven then by want over thought, rannveig too slowed his pace so that he drew behind the cardinal with her waving plume. feeling that sensation of overwhelming drive once again, rannveig loosened a throaty growl, stepping towards her with another nip placed possessively to her thin frame.