Sunday, December 18, 2016

Guardian: Hunting pt III

It was like the pain was raw, leaving her crippled. Another roar, this one the branches shuddered at the power and pain behind it. She paced anxiously, back and then around to him. Lips curled in a growl as she circled closer, but never more. While this place was here - it was also different. Just as she was different.

Those wounds had healed at the surface, fur now hiding them carefully camouflaged by time. Yet here - time still left them open and gaping. But that wasn't the only thing. Time had aged the claw marks in the trees - they had healed but still bore them proudly. As if honored to have resisted her attack or to have been there for her in that great moment of need. The trees that could not stand - in their place new saplings now sprouted. As though her assault allowed them to multiply beyond their singular placement.

As she began to take these things in she stopped pacing. She could hear skittering in the underbrush circling them but she paid them no mind. Her eyes were soaking up the details of the space. Taking them in with this new light as she considered each broken limb, felled tree or marred surface. Life had still powered on - it had taken her rage and still bore more from it.



His eyes remained down cast, he expected blows and even now felt them justified if they fell upon him. His own coat hid the scars of the battle that had raged here and nights after. Not just with her but in him self at how he had let her down and betrayed her. He felt his own sorrow blossoming in his chest as he remembered those nights. This ache that had plagued him ever since - that had put him at the distance he respectfully kept now. Upholding the vow to never leave her and protect her - but any more was her call.

As she stopped his eyes began to raise, confusion knotting his brow before his eyes followed where hers looked. And now he saw it too, the new growth that had sprung from what had been a point of pain. The deep marks in the earth from their scuffle, new growth of plants that had seeded too deeply filled them. Reaching for the sun they had been denied so long because of the depth. Closer now he looked at those claw marks in the trees, bark had began to fill them in - different colored, but the trees where wearing them like honor.

He joined her in slow motion, looking at things more carefully now in the space that had been their war zone.



Even in this place of pain. It had began to heal - it still bore marks, damage and remains of that battle. But it showed signs that life keeps going, growing, moving beyond the events to find away. A paw moved to her ribs, dragging so she could feel the marks hidden by the fur as she found her self lost in wonder. Had she allowed the wounds to remain in a way that even the earth was rejecting?

Hidden deep in her heart and soul - spoiling her very being that created fault to the degree she refused to be that beautiful wild creature before the pain sat in? She found her self sitting, paw to her ribs rubbing back and forth as her eyes traveled higher. Several nest now dotted the canopy above them, a new flock of birds had moved in to this space - using branches and pieces of trees she'd torn down.

Life had found a way to make use of the damage that they had inflicted upon it. It had found ways to keep on despite the damage and destruction they had brought to this place. That anger seeped from her - she no longer understood why she'd been holding on to it. IF life could keep on, why couldn't she? Was she not apart of the great cycle? One of its amazing huntresses that helped cull the weak, that kept the cycle moving as she hunted prey - chasing them to places they had not been before.

Life was in the creation of her wake, yet in this place of pain was it the most evident to her right now as she looked around in a dumbstruck awe of it all.



She wasn't the only one, plants he had never seen before grew here now. Ones whos scent he didn't know - musk that had new notes for him to memorize as he carefully sniffed that new growth. This was beyond anything he'd expected to see. Part of him had assumed the ground would be scorched from the rage she had radiated while here. It was like a fire bomb had gone off when everything came out.

Yet here was the proof - life went on. It found a way even with the damage that had been done. Sorrow lingered in him still though, the growth eased the sting of it - yet it was his burden to still bare for now. He had gone against his own personal code, he'd behaved poorly and treated the creature he claimed to cherish above all even worse. But this growth gave him hope, hope that he may eventually find his own way to heal and let go.

When he noticed her sitting, he took a brave step and moved to sit next to her. Carefully hip to hip, allowing his tail to swish in to hers as they both seemed to still be soaking in what had become a place of pain and myth in their memories.

Where their is life, there is always hope and thus always a way.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Guardian: Hunting pt II

She was growing impatient as she stalked after it. The mixture of scents overwhelmed her at first as she trailed after her prey. Practice would have told her to slow her pace, to keep it steady. Overwhelmed senses screamed however to charge after it, that she couldn't wait. Brush kicked up behind her, bushes cut through pushing against that fur like hands trying to keep her back.

It only served to make that hunt feel all the more intense, her mind racing as she cleared fallen logs and paused only long enough to catch the scampering steps. She'd been able to pick the creatures steps out from the others - but inside everything screamed she had to find it now!

Other creatures were scrambling to keep clear of her, those paws pounding their only momentary warning before she'd burst through a space. Much to their relief she never lingered unless to catch sound or scent of her target.


He was only ever a few paces behind her, as she was growing frustrated he could catch it in the scent left on bushes. This was getting out of hand, further then he cared for when it came to her. No creature was allowed to give her such grief as he saw it. It started low in his belly before it cut the air startling those around them. That howl of warning, clearing the space they charged forth towards and beyond.  This would keep those curious away for now.

It was like a freight train as he powered after her, circling hard to the right to attempt to cut her off. This would require out maneuvering her - one of her exceptional skill sets. One though he knew she hadn't used in sometime and hoped to leverage to his advantage as she tore through the underbrush.


That warning was on deaf ears as her focus had her centered on her target, thus rendered her little aware of his interception of her. His tracks cut before her fast enough she skidded to a halt suddenly. Sliding across the dead brush that coated the earthy floor below her. Kicking up older scents they filled her nose now, and he stole her senses back as he moved around her.

It served to anger her for the moment, growl rumbling in warning as she stabilized her self  attempting to face him. Part of her unaware of what he was doing - confusion still rolled upon her like the tide upon the shore, too many questions and not enough answers. All that seemed capturing the creature could fulfill.

Hackles raised as she sought to find him in the shadows of the coverage that was cast over them now by trees of ages. Only now did she see - she knew this place. It was somewhere she had been before.


His focus was her alone, as she skidded to a halt he kept pace around her - circling her to keep her attention. He knew that look in her eye, it was the motion she was looking for and he'd do what he could to keep it to bring her back to where she needed to be.

The hunt was not his objection - it was her less then skilled choices in the path she rampaged through after it that did. As she raised those hackles he began to close the circle in on her. She wasn't the only one who noticed where they ended up at - he dare not take his eyes off her, knowing what it would signal to her if he did.

His pace slowed, stalking carefully around her as he saw the space her sudden hunt had brought them to. It was a place where pain of a former struggled marked the thick trees that remained. The ones she couldn't destroy the last time they had visited this place bore deep gouges from claws as she tried to rend them down in her fury. In this moment his heart ached... to know that something new had brought her back here.

He'd finally slow to a stop, right before her with his head carefully positioned to protect his own neck and keep his eyes locked to her.


Ache blossomed in her - an ache she'd forgotten existed as she saw those weather worn marks that still remained. He was not the first to break eye contact - it was her. An emotional monsoon was brewing as she looked those marks - memories flashing fresh in to her mind from the places they had long laid sleeping. Fangs were bared as she suddenly roared.

Rage born anew in her chest as she found that hurt still remained - she felt the soft earth breath below parting for her claws as her vision snapped back to him. Muscles tense, hackles fully up as that tail whipped furiously behind her. It was not him he saw in this moment - but the past. The pain that still lingered with in her colored her vision as she struggled against it.

Her clumsy of a hunt had brought her suddenly back to a place she had been avoiding. One she had been ignoring. She had shut from memory to let wounds heal, but in this moment - as she saw the broken stumps, weathered marks that left no tree in the clearing untouched. She remembered. Those wounds had not healed, they had simply lingered - deepening.


He saw the hurt on her face and knew this wasn't a time to comfort her, comfort wouldn't be welcomed. As she broke contact he bowed his head, slowly lowering him self to lay before her. This was anger he had raised in her originally - this place wouldn't have existed without him and it was not his place to comfort her. It was not his place to bring her down... at least not right now and not here.

His ears folded back as he laid his head on his paws, prepared to take any blow she might deliver as he saw those old aches flashing through her - he could see in to her in this moment. She was left raw and revealing in her fear, anger and hurt. This wasn't a place she never wanted to be back at - yet something curious had managed to bring her here. All he could do right now was be here for her.

Sometimes when we try to protect those we love, is when we do the most harm to them.


Sunday, December 11, 2016

Guardian: Hunting

She stretched in a new direction, crushing fresh grass below her paws she moved. A scent mixed though, something different. It lingered to, nostrils flared taking it in deep as her attention was drawn. Curiosity sometimes rumbled to life inside her. Her muscles though had gotten used to the fake out and failed to respond as though she was going to do anything.

It was suddenly like she was a new born fawn, her muscles uneasy as she pulled them below her in a clumsy fashion. That scent lingered but then began to fade. Something was pulling her after - maybe it was from having the sun warm her for so long or maybe because it was familiar and different. Jaws snapped in a yawn as she crept after curiously.

What was it? Why this? Her head raised to see the shadow of the creature she assumed the scent came from, running along the outskirts of the shadows. Brave enough to be seen, but not enough to cut in to the meadow with her.

She lingered for a moment before she began after it, it taking a few paces before muscle memory kicked in and she began stalking like the predator she was.


His head snapped around as he heard her shift in weight to raise. His own nostrils flared, picking up the multiple scents he couldn't pin point the one she was stalking yet. His own eyes locking on the same figure skirting the edge of the shadows.

There had been so many false starts that he waited, watching her attempt to regain her posture. It wasn't till she was on the move that he began after her. Allowing just enough distance to see her and the target but to not be seen him self.

She wasn't the only one curious this time.


She felt like she was fumbling like a new kitten, clumsy and not as graceful as she should have been in this hunt. When the creatures ears went back she knew it was aware of her. She resisted the sinking feeling of defeat this time.

It was only when it paused she halted her chase, her head tilting as she lowered to the ground. Looking the creature over curiously, confused as to what it was that was drawing her in. She didn't dare look away, but a ear flicked back to catch the sound of him behind her.

That tail flickering ever so slightly in agitation. It was prey, yet not some how. Low crawl steps creeping in on the creature. Careful now.


He'd give her one edge, moving wide to one side to flank the creature. He wasn't sure why this one, but if it was something that held her interest he'd give her the chance to explore it for the moment.

Anything to see her hunting again, as long as she was safe. But he was uncomfortable - his attention now divided more. Between her, the focus of her curiosity as well as the roaming creatures that now closed the space, curious as well to see her moving.

Uncomfortable with this delima it was becoming he moved to her side. His focus becoming intent on the creatures closing in on her as she seemed unphased.


She could feel the tension building in her muscles, an old friend sinking in like water in to the parched earth after a dry spell. Those steps refining as she honed her attention on the creature alone, trusting him to keep her safe as she tried to figure out why and what had drawn her from her spot.

She only broke that attention when he closed the space, breaching the normally kept distance between them. Her head snapping around to look at him, confused - not just by the distance but because of what was even happening. It was if she was waking from a long dream.

Her eyes went back to where the creature should have been but now it was gone. Confusion crossed her face as she stood, looking in the shadows as she relieved her self. Uncaring of the gathering crowd. She had to find it.

That tension sprang free and suddenly she was running, the curious with a will to live diving out of her path as she cut through the under brush like thunder. Deep breaths pulling in the scents as she sorted and turned - tailing the one that pulled her.


Her sudden motion left him shocked for a moment, as he watched after the path she took in to the forest. It took him a moment to spring in to action behind her, cutting through the underbrush as near as he could tell to the path she took.

Pausing only momentarily when the scents mixed too much to pick her well known one from the rest. The air was thicker here - scents lingered longer. Some were old while hers was fresh along with the earth she turned up from her sudden pursuit. He could hear the chatter of the other creatures as they began following always curious of the things that went on around them.

He wasn't sure if he should be excited or scared as he found him self having to hunt her as she hunted her own prey.


Thursday, December 8, 2016

Guardian

Waiting. It was always waiting. In the darkness, to the side - eyes to the parts in the grass, the shadows as the moved. She blended in well so no one seemed to know she was there. She'd gone from open hunting to waiting.

Sitting in the grass to the side, just below the shadows of the trees as the others roamed about her. Passing her easily as she kept still as stone as to not scare them, let alone alert them that she was even there.

Now and then there would be ones that caught her attention, that made those muscles tense to coil. Instinct urging her to stalk after it within those shadows - yet still she remained. Pulled back to that spot by a tether she didn't ask for. Something was wasting away in her but for now she was surviving.

Surviving wasn't just enough - wild creatures need the thrill of the hunt. The adrenaline rush of stalking prey, the thinking on your feet while also thinking twenty steps ahead to capture the prey. Faking it was pointless, once you knew what you could do it was hard to pretend not to want that again. False prey was hard to chase, it wasn't the same as something that was out to keep just out of your reach. Something that was aware of the hunt and would turn the tables, keeping the space between you just to find your weakness and try to use it against you.

So she sat watching, letting the breeze of passing creatures part the tall grass allowing her to see past. Watching them all as they came and went, still as stone in the shadows of the tree. Waiting for something that didn't seem to exist anymore.


Over head in the tree he sat. Guarding her, far more visible then her, intentionally so. His presence kept the others at a set distance. They didn't breach the circle of what they assumed was his jumping reach to them. They all saw the prize below the tree, stilled in the shadows - but they also saw her keeper who kept watch above her.

Unlike her, he wasn't afraid to move when he saw motion, adjusting his position as needed when any thing seemed to find a place where they may slip in to tempt her. Just that gaze down on her and then to the approaching bait - judging if he was going to move or let her handle it.

Now and then he'd simply watch, imposing over them as they skirted close to her. He'd watch curiously on as she remained unmoved, unbaited by whatever it was. Sometimes her head raised which would make him shift to a lower branch, closer to her should she need him. Anymore though she was still, her head eventually lowering back to its place.

So he kept his place above her, watching, protecting to keep her safe - only moving when it seemed something may get too close.



It had been sometime since anything brushed past, some time since the grass parted to show anything beyond a field mouse scampering by. Since her fur had been warmed by the sun, since she moved and stretched those muscles. No longer was it just waiting that now kept her in place, it was uneasy discomfort in if she could still hunt that stilled those muscles.

She longed to stretch out in the meadow and stood finally. Her eyes never moved up from the path ahead of her. Only as ear flickering back as she heard his paws hit the ground behind her - remaining near. She didn't bother to look forward anymore, only the path below her paws as the blades of grass parted allowing her passage.

The warmth of the midday sun rolling across her back was welcomed with a stretch of those front legs and yawn as those muscles relaxed. Each stride helping lessen the tightness that had set in from remaining still for so long. Further to the middle she pushed, she could hear somethings scampering near by - moving out of her way as they saw her, yet they weren't acknowledged by her.

Once she was sure she had found the middle of the space, where the sun would always warm her no matter the time of day she laid back down. Stretching out against the ground, savoring the smell of the crushed grass below her - she rolled in it for a moment, breathing in deep of the earth and savoring the scents. Fresh and clear - something she had missed while hiding under that tree.



Her motion was a surprise, but he wouldn't leave her. As she moved he followed, just a few paces behind. Ears up as he watched the path she took - the space and birth given to them as they moved from that shady tree to the middle of the meadow.

Now it was the others that receded to the shadows, keeping distance in fear over the fact she had finally moved. He could see the curiosity of some, but they soon would see him and only keep moving to where ever they were heading. He was making sure he caught the eye of anyone who lingered on her too long. His gaze telling them to keep moving as she paused.

While she rolled, enjoying the new space - he began making a path around her. Circling at a distance that wouldn't disturb her but that kept the others from thinking about reaching for her. Only now and then did he pause as well to enjoy the sun soaking in to him, relaxing muscles as he afforded the the chance.

It was never for long, as the motion of those who now had to go around kept him moving. Careful calculated pace kept so that no one ever got too close. So no one could see those scars below her fur, so no one could ever cause new ones. Cause even mighty creatures can still be wounded. Something learned the hard way sometimes.


Sunday, December 4, 2016

Make me your Prey.

(Originally posted on my fetlife profile as erotica)

I want to feel the pressure of your gaze, the hunger in your stare. The weight of your hand upon my chest, just there to keep me at bay not really pushing me yet. I want to know my role of the night without words to say, that I might be devoured by the hunger I see inside.

The pressure of choices and the freedom from them as we move through this dance. A dance of action and reaction, as I sway under the delight of the game we play. Let us move in the tango of the hunt, you after me for the burning need inside both of us. Mentally and physically going through the motions till you finally capture me.

Your energy over coming mine as your body crashes in to me, your fingers twisted in my hair manipulating me. Our bodies tangled together and moving to the primal beat coming from within. Guide me as I fight back, knowing I won't win.

Teeth on flesh, tasting each other as I succumb to the power, the control I feel vibrating from within you. I don't really want to run, I don't want to fight back. I want to revel in you as you are in this moment. I want to feel that power flowing off of you like heat off the side walk in summer. But I know it won't peek, that I won't feel it roll over me unless I push back.

I want to be hunted.
I want to play the game, I want to feel the surrender.
I want to be devoured, I want to be the prey.

Make me your prey.