Once I saw the golden grass fly (Merenwen)[Mature]

[Erzotol Silverden]

He opened his mouth against hers, letting out a small gasp of his own, as he gave her all he had and more from reserves he scarcely knew existed. The feeling of her, his passion finding focus, it was all so overwhelming that he lost track of the time that passed as her lips drifted down below his neck. He returned them with hard kisses to the warm side of her neck, and alongside her slender shoulders, while his hands soaked in the soft feel of her thighs. Sweat glistened once more all over his body as he continued the welcomed exertion of his strength and energy, pressing his hips harder against hers, and his heart hammered in his chest. His every breath soon became ragged pants, causing him to have to inhale and exhale between every kiss, forgetting to breathe through his nose in his excitement.

After a immeasurable time had passed, he felt all of his passion and energy leave him. He planted a few soft kisses on her lips, before rolling over onto his side, keeping a arm draped across her waist as he held her relaxed. For the moment, all he could do was watch her, and pant heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

[Merenwen]

Once their energy had been expelled, Merenwen felt the distant exhaustion and lightheadedness settle into her body, a little at the time. Her thick-lashed eyes flittered between an undecided state of open and closed, threatening to drag her into the bowls of dark sleep. Erzotol's arm rested across her waist as he panted, and eventually, when the dull numbing in her limbs receded, she rolled over to face him. She nuzzled her face into his chest, feeling his heart still pounding. She wondered if he could feel hers, too. Her eyes blinked slowly as her breathing began to even out.

Never had she gone this far. Never had she actually gotten what she had alluded to any other man in her path. It was all simply a joke at first, but now...

It felt like an addiction.

Yes, an addiction, she settled. Merenwen recalled the flaming rush that instilled her heart with such passion as she danced with Erzotol. The feeling of their bodies being so close, his movements against her, his soft kisses growing into hard ones, his nibbling... It had all been an enthralling experience she wasn't quite ready to give up yet.

She pressed her lips against his chest and curled into his body, still yearning to be close with him, to have his contact. She sighed deeply through her nose as she kissed his chest gently, her body feeling weakened from such an experience. Subconsciously, she knew laying out in the grass was a poor mistake, what with all of the predators roaming around, but she couldn't make herself care at this point. She was sated. She was happy. She was exhausted.

[Erzotol Silverden]

A cotton like feeling settled heavy over his body, so unlike anything he had ever felt before, a twinge of his entire body being pressed beyond exhaustion. His mind felt numb from pleasure, but it was a good numb, one that filled his breast with a easy contentment, and relaxed him through and through. Now thoughts rose up from within him, with the primal lust within him finally sated, and no longer blocking his own conscious mind.

It had been beyond words, what he had felt in this woman's arms, and even now with her face against his chest, he felt a similar feeling, once that quite enjoyed the touch of her against him. The soft warmth of her face cradled against him felt good, it felt right, though he wasn't so sure he felt wise about saying that aloud just yet. For now, he was content to remain silent, to soak in the moment, and the feeling of holding her against him.

His heart beat to a slower, more natural rhythm now, and to his contentment started to rub her back gently. He felt safe, even lying on the ground open as it was, his strider seemed calm, and he was sure if anything was up, Airiat would be sure to warn him of the danger so he and Mae could deal with it or run appropriately. Plus, he was simply too tired after such exertions to even suggest that they retire back in his tent in Endrykas. She had sharp senses as well, or so he suspected, and would be long before alerted that he or even his strider was maybe if she wasn't as beat as he was. He had never expected in his wildest recollections to get this far out on the grass, or with this woman his eyes were so keen on remaining respectful. Even now, he wasn't sure what happened, he knew he liked it, and perhaps it wasn't bad if it ended with him feeling like this every time. A small smile warmed his face as he moved a free arm underneath his head, and pulled her in closer to his body, his grip gentle on her hip. All was well.

[Merenwen]

Merenwen allowed herself to be snuggled in close to Erzotol, but even as she dozed off, a thought settled in the core of her mind. Was this okay? Was what had happened truly okay? She questioned whether she had pressured him into it by some means, or if he had enjoyed it as much and as freely as she had. The stirring left her silent as she contemplated her abnormal feelings. This man had driven her to the edge and back. Here she was, having only known him a brief amount of time. Well, then again, the more she thought about it, the less she knew him.

This was Erzotol Silverden, of the something-something on the blank. He was, uh, well, he had a horse. And a sword, and little braids and charms that dangled down inside his hair, which fell to his broad, absolutely lovely set of shoulders -

No, wait. Not that. Back to who he was.

He was, well, smart. At least she thought so. He seemed to like to hunt, and ride his horse, and he seemed to really like her. Certainly he liked her. He touched her hair, and her back and, ooh.

Even as she thought, his hand rested on her hip with a firm and yet gentle pressure. She smiled inwardly as she drifted away. Her subconscious planted in her mind all of these swirling thoughts of Erzotol and the experience she'd just had. Did she like Erzotol? Well yes, of course, what she had learned about him. She thought he liked her, too. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her... It all seemed true.

As her eyes remained closed, tendrils of sunlight threatened to peep through, causing her mind's eye to envision an aurora of oranges, reds, and deep greens. Her eyes shifted beneath her eyelids, throwing in tinges of swirling colors. The colors bled green and gold as she saw her own set of eyes, with a long black pupil splitting the centers. Her eyes, as Erzotol saw them. The green and gold dripped into long thin lines, and began to sway, much like the grasses providing them shelter out in the wilderness this very moment.

The grasses swayed back and forth until the black pupils in the center became two figures, a man and woman, and crossed to one another. They entangled and fell to the ground, and a subconscious sense of her previous pleasure returned, causing her to stir slightly in her sleep. The pupils burst into a quick flame before evaporating into the sky, turning it black with night. The gold of the grass, too, leaked up into the sky, forming stars that gleamed bright and strong.

These stars eventually coasted together and cooled to a gleaming silver blue. They congregated into two pools of cool blue, around a circle of black in the middle. And then, they were Erzotol's eyes, as she saw them. Steely, piercing blue, and attentive, watching her.

Her eyes cracked open for only a brief moment before she released a long sigh of comfort, and closed her eyes once more.

[Erzotol Silverden]

Even as sleep threatened to overtake him, his mine reeled with so many thoughts concerning the girl lying next to him. The thought that they had ended up entangled so didn't seem to him to be the product of the moment, or at least not wholly. He felt something for her now, and perhaps he had felt something for her before, a sort of attraction that was hard to resist. With her in so close proximity, it was easy to say that he liked her, but had he liked her before they had kissed. The answer came simply, yes. She had peaked his curiosity, had kept him interested, even showed him qualities about her that were nice about her.

But was she interested in him for reasons other than just his body? He couldn't be quite sure, she had said she liked his stories, but that didn't necessarily mean she liked him, for himself, and could have just been said to sweeten him up, though surely not needed. If she didn't much like him though, then he supposed he would learn if she didn't want to stay around for the time being, something he would have to remember to invite her to after submitting to the nagging exhaustion that so pulled his mind. Even just waking up beside her would be nice, and a little bit of a confirmation of the truth about her.

Merenwen. It was the only thing he could see when he close his eyes, a aerial view of him and her lying side by side in the golden grass. A spark crackled over their forms, pink and red in hues, with leaving a golden aftermath in the air. He could almost smell the warm aroma of honey, though he knew it was just him sliding into unconsciousness, and his thoughts taking control of his senses. The mind always astounded him, and this time it actually pleased him by focusing on the woman beside him, her eyes closed, and cradled into his arms. For that moment, on the edge of consciousness and dream, he felt utterly safe, like nothing could touch them in the safety of the thick grass, and the watchful eye of his strider. With one last pleasant thought concerning the interaction between him and Mae, he flickered into a deep sleep.

[Merenwen]

When Merenwen finally opened her eyes, she wasn't entirely sure if it was for certain this time. Many a time had she dreamed of opening her eyes, only to be greeted by another sequence. She was right where she left off, snuggled against Erzotol with her face pressed oddly comfortably against his chest. Her eyes adjusted to the lack of of lighting around them. Trying to move her head as little as possible, she looked up at the sky, spotting only a black mass spattered with stars. She then shifted her attention to Erzotol, still seemingly asleep.

A disgruntled gurgle came from her still empty stomach. Carefully, she wiggled out from under Erzotol and crawled over to where the deceased hares still laid. Her mouth began to salivate, and she decided she couldn't hold it back any longer. A flash of light signaled her transformation into the huntress lynx. With a quiet prowling movement, she snapped up one of the hares and disappeared into the grasses to feed.

[Erzotol Silverden]

The world spun with pleasing hues of golden brown, a tiny vortex constantly in motion before him. His skin vibrated with the swirling power of the winds, lifting dust and rocks up from around where he lay. The wind was getting louder, increasing in volume until it sounded like a screech, but oddly he was ok with it. Then he woke up, his eyes adjusting to the gloom of the sea of grass at night. It.. was night. He had overslept a bit too much; the sea of grass was dangerous enough in the day, at night, he was sure it would tell another story in and of itself.

He sat up quickly, looking around, and instantly tensing up when he saw no sign of the kelvic. Disappointment, and a twinge of sadness stirred in his gut, he had hoped she wouldn't have run off while he slept, but he supposed he couldn't blame her. She was as much a wild soul as he was, if not more so, and like him, likely longed for the road. A deep sigh rattled from out of his chest, and his eyes watched solemnly to his pile of clothes as he reached for them. At least she hadn't robbed him blind, or killed him in his sleep, but even that sentiment offered him little relief.

Slowly he strapped on all of his leather armor, making sure he had everything outfitted including his sword, shield, and bow, and with a look to his strider, he shook his head not quite ready to ride out yet, his thoughts still full of confusion, and looked up to the moon, deciding to take a moment in the moonlit field to capture his thoughts. Where has she gone?

[Merenwen]

As Merenwen peeled the last tendrils of meat from the carcass of the largest of the two hares, she heard the rattle of movement. The clang of a sword. The shuffle of feet. The faint exhale of breath. As her great paws pushed her body upright, she licked the last little bit off the bones, and crept through the grasses back to where Erzotol was.

She had planned to be back much sooner, but oftentimes she found that she was much more sated when she ate slowly. And besides, she knew that she and Erzotol had both, well, exerted themselves. It was best to let him sleep and gain rest. As she heard his movements, she hoped he hadn't mistaken her for leaving him. She couldn't have, she decided, even if she had tried.

As she wound her way through the mess of grasses, she came from behind him and brushed against his leg. She sat beside his feet and gently nuzzled him with her head.

[Erzotol Silverden]

Silvery light shined brightly in the sky, dripping silver tears that took their place as starts around it. She had really left him, out here on his own asleep, possibly to meet his death by a wandering glassbeak. It still stunned him, he didn't think she was that kind of person, but then again what did he know of her. Still even with the lack of knowledge as a excuse, it was difficult to believe, to believe that after that he meant nothing to her. Perhaps that’s how kelvics were.

A soft mass brushed against his leg. " Mae? " he asked, staring at the rather large, powerful feline sitting beside him as if it was the most natural thing. He almost didn't recognize her, but then again, he had a feeling that this one would have already attacked him had it not been Mae, and without hesitation, he crouched down, and put his hand on her head, scratching just behind her ears. It was a rather odd feeling to him, scratching the girl behind her ears just as he would his fox, a woman he had become intimate with. He still viewed her as he would another person, and seeing her in animal form afterwards brought up rather complex questions in his head. Where kelvic animals that changed to humans, or humans that could turn to animals. He felt like he should remember but no matter how he tried, it didn't come to him. Did it really matter right now? She was back, she hadn't left, and everything would be alright. Who cared if she was more animal that human, or vice versa, her presence transcended those petty questions for now. A warm smile came to his face, as he pushed the thoughts away, and his eyes met her exotic ones. " Good to see you safe and sound "

[Merenwen]

A yowl escaped the bowls of Merenwen's chest as she lifted a massive paw and swatted at him with it playfully. She planted both paws up on his shoulders to knock him over from where he crouched. Her little bobbed tail twitched playfully as she circled behind him and licked his forehead thoughtfully, her own little way of kissing him. She swatted at him again, trying to provoke him into playing with her. She had eaten, napped, and now she was ready to burn some energy.

As she walked around him, she paused beside him to hop with her front two paws and land them in his gut, again releasing a little growl.

Up, up, my little Drykas, She thought. Did you think I'd left? Though she knew he couldn't hear her, she still felt the vibe of his happiness when she'd returned. Had he been afraid she'd left? She would have to ask him when she was finished harassing him.

Again, she swiped at him, careful not to let her claws extend. A simple, open palmed swat at him. She then head-butted him in the side and jumped back. She repeated this process of luring him to chase her.