[mature] wild as all the love you lost

[Mazikeen]

When Gale had suggested the meadow, shifting into a predator, Mazikeen felt excitement flutter in her stomach. She could guess at what he found more delicious than venison easily enough. The apprehension and the repulsion she should have felt were missing - or perhaps just dulled by hunger. By way of an answer, she had shifted to match him, rubbing up against him before pulling away with a smoky laugh. And then a blink later she had grown wings and taken off. Mazikeen did not look for him once, because she knew he would be there with her. As she rose high enough to let her lungs burn before levelling off and letting the currents take them over the mountains and into Beqanna. Now when they land it is evening, the chill in the air less than it had been in Hyaline but enough to be refreshing after the flight. Her deep orange eyes scan the meadow and she feels it now - that apprehension she had thought was gone. She remembers not enjoying violence, remembers being disgusted at the idea of eating something else (somebody else), but when she looks at the grasses around her she feels no hunger for them. It’s the moving bodies, the beating hearts around them that catch her attention and she feels agitated by her uncertainty. By this disconnect between her memories and the feelings that are pulsing through her. She doesn’t like this feeling or the way it encourages more burning markings to bloom across her back and she hopes it will settle soon. It’s Gale that grounds her, as she sticks closer to him than strictly necessary. Just because she likes the way his shoulder brushes against hers, the way this simple contact ignites her and makes her feel like she is ready for her first real hunt. She is no longer bound to obedience, but no uncertainty can outweigh her desire to please him in this - for him to see what she can be and marvel in it. She’s made a habit of speaking questions into his skin and she only refrains now because of the gnawing hunger in her stomach that will go nowhere if she allows herself to be too distracted. So her orange eyes observe the meadow as she asks with a cold, cruel humour that is new. “So, what are you in the mood for?” m a z i k e e n .

 

@Gale