[P] [m] We are scared to dream of God
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I WANT THE PIGLETS ;o; [453]



In the morning she came for her traps, and in the afternoon she reset the last one. There was nothing to show for her effort. It would be a waste in another season, but since it was the thinnest stretch of winter, she was content to let it be. Her breath trailed in a cold stream as she left the snare behind. Clouds pearled in the distance, their cool tones offset by the late sunlight. By evening, she thought there would be more snow.

The woods were dense and the way was not always clear. Her traps were like buoys across the sea of wilderness. Small ribbons, tiny enough to be a leaf, marked her hidden ropes and a hidden path. When she spotted Krokar’s colors in the dark twisted boughs, she was surprised to find that the net had already been triggered.

Something wriggled. It made small, nearly inaudible squeaks. When she unwound the ropes, a fluffy piglet rushed out from underneath. It began snuffing at her, and then it climbed to the warmth of her chest. She could hold the creature in the palm of her hands, and this she did, kindly, with some surprise. Her breath was soft with laughter as three more appeared, tripping over the net as they came. “Well, I can’t eat you,” she said, trying to appease them all by allowing them to settle across her lap and arms. “Maybe when you’re older.”

Boars had not been hunted since the age of man. They had been allowed to grow tall and dense like the forest they called home. A sow was no longer simply game, but a wild and unfettered beast, and this was what Semini saw looming in the distance. She thought it was a mound of snow until it loosened with a cry, and then it came barreling forward, a mountain that moved with the swiftness of wind. Ice pealed from its grizzled hide, shedding any and all thoughts of safety with it.

The wolfdog was possessed by the instinct of flight. She ran from her traps and did not think to relinquish the piglets she spirited with her. They bounced in her arms and did not protest their abduction. The forest was quiet save for her breath and the blaring siren of the boar, and these two sounds mingled their intention: one to live, and the other to kill. It was a cacophonous melody for an otherwise peaceful afternoon. Twigs cracked in crooked streaks across her face and arms, encouraging red to spill before her heart could spend it. She could not think of rest, because the call reminded her, on and on, how close and unstoppable was the boar.

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hark that warning whisper in your heart


He thought to escape.


There was plenty behind him that gave reasons for such. The ball now past, Lokr had many fouler points of the evening to dwell upon. If what his instincts warned him were true, then his foes and rivals within Salsola were bolder now than they had ever been before. It was a risky time to be alive; A riskier time still to play the Game.


He would return, as always he returned. But for now, the North and the forests called. Once, the dark one had been a prince - As he rode fast and silent beneath the canopy of pine, he felt such again. Confidence returned with the wild flight, seeping back into his bones, pouring out in the cold and dangerous air about him.


In seeking paths he thought, absently, of the girl with the amber eyes; Thought of her pack, Krokar. Thought of the little that he had done with the information she had willingly given. Turning Borya east was an easy choice to make.


It was in the best of luck - (her luck, purportedly, for he had ever been an ill and unlucky omen) - that timing and coincidence rewarded Semini. A hunter knows the cry of a boar, and the wise fear it more even than the scent of a bear. Bears, at the worst of times, can be avoided and outrun. In this forest, and further north than here, Lokr knew that boars grew to disproportionate size and they were hellish beasts when wild.


Though his better instincts warned him to turn his steed about and steer clear, something in the furious bellow of the beast was curiously alarming. Lokr felt his inhibitions slide away, and he rode onward. The dark fingers of his hand stroked tenderly the longbow, and a fletched arrow was quick to bite its teeth to string. Excitement grew in his heart, a bleak and acrid thing. A boar was a large and impressive kill to make.


He readied himself at a league beyond the beast's charging path, and waited.

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:O [283]



In the infinite arrogance of the young and alive, she did not count herself among those who could die. No, Semini would survive even as she ran with certain death wailing at her back. She had been taken once by the ocean, and she believed the experience had imparted her with a great gift; something of its essence which could not be trampled by any enraged boar. Perhaps it was sheer necessity that guided her to this conviction, because confidence was pivotal to each falling step - that these movements might sustain her just long enough, even it was just a hair's width long. The icy loam would deliver her to safety as it always had. She ran, on and on.

Snow began to hail her passage in thick, heavy flakes. She could not wipe them from her vision, but still, she saw it. Green and blue, as beautiful as the sea.

She knew where the land would be marked, and it came and went behind her. The wolfdog dove across the hidden net, hedging on the precipitous moment. It lengthened as she saw the boar, and she saw the ropes pulled taut, cutting the air and groaning silence. When her fiery eyes turned, there was a soldier in the woods.

She lifted and the piglets squirmed free, darting into the brush. It was only precious seconds that the trap had given her, but it was enough. Her hair was wild and white as she ran toward Lokr. And the boar raged onward, dragging the arms of the trees behind as if they had been fingers. There was wide room for failure, but Semini had always considered herself to be very, very lucky.

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hark that warning whisper in your heart


The sight was one unfathomable. His eyes could only tell him what they saw; And if he believed it then he was a madman, and this was nothing new.


The girl came flying, her white hair as wild as amber sunlit eyes. She looked a vengeful Valkyrie, but for the terror alive there on her face - And with his leveled arrow he might have shot her through the heart from shock alone. He saw the piglets tumbling free of her outstretched grasp, and while his mind processed these things the boar came on and on.


It was huge, even by boar standards - A regular behemoth, muscles straining under its bristly, leathery hide. Curling from its steaming maw were two tusks fit for goring and gutting, the glory of a quick disembowelment lingering like promise in the beady black eyes of the beast. Death lingered there.


Lokr was afraid, as any creature would be; But he shoved the cold down, down his throat and into his belly where it turned to ice. As the girl ran past he raised the carven tip of the bow, and counted.


One breath, two breaths, three - NOW!


The arrow sailed free, leaving aft a single victorious note in the pure air - The piercing cry of stone through stillness, a sound equally as terrifying in its quiet as the thunderous bellow of the boar.


The chiseled head bit deep into the breast of the beast, missing its vulnerable eye by fragments of a moment. The boar foundered once, its cry stifled by shock. Lokr's breath held unending in his lungs, but he knew already that the job was not done - He had missed his mark. This might be the death of him after all.


Wounded, the beast slowed its lumbering charge, and tossed its tusked head in a fury. Lokr pulled out his hunter's dagger, sliding the wicked-looking blade free with a rasp as it released from leathery shaft. He held the carved bone hilt lightly in his hand, and stepped forward into battle.

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I wasn't sure if Lokr was on Borya still or not so I just uh, I just made assumptions. I can change! [295]



There was no measure to the weariness that wracked her body. She drank the cold air as she ran and thought her lungs would expand to the impossible length of the sky. The world was a flurry of clouds and the dark spires that caged them.

She caught the acid lure of his eyes. They were brimming with steeled terror. She passed him, feeling the arrow through her as she went; the fletching was just a stroke against her cheek. She was reminded briefly of the brook by her mother's garden. Her mind flirted with the idiosyncrasy of the moment, and she thought beyond herself of how adrenaline stirred the strangest memories. Later she would tug at this image and recover the mossy green bone, and remember how vivid it had been, lurking in the rusted ribbons of soil and silt.

Semini flew to Borya's kind side and sought a space to breathe near his staggering huffs. The animal was distraught, and she lifted her arms to touch and calm him - calm herself - and let her head fall against his plush neck, to hide the immensity of her gasps. Her legs felt shattered, and she knew that if the boar continued that she would never move. Everything was spent.

But it did not go on. The beast had let an arrow to its breast (or else to its eye, which was a much less forgiving area) and still staggered forward, full of stubborn hatred for the two who stole. They were thieves. Careless, fragile thieves who smashed and took what did not belong to them. The forest belonged to the boar. The young belonged to the boar. And so the boar swung its mighty head, and let its tusks carry the sharpest blows.

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He knew, the kind of knowing that came with fear, that this would be a fight for his life.


The girl was safe now, though that was more a byproduct of his intervention than intent. If the boar killed him and resumed its chase, Borya would take her far from here. There he held resolve; Nothing was fleeter than the antlered stag in chase, and if he was to die, then at least the girl might take his story on her ships and over her oceans and make a legend out of him.


That was a different kind of immortality - But immortality all the same. The stories would live on long past bones bleaching on the canopy floor.


And so the boar came on. In its nearness he could see the rage of it, so primal and beautiful, so wrathful and lovely. There could be no greater anger than this, and he was in awe of it. Circling, the hunter hunched low to the earth, dagger in palm. A sweetness to the air told him the boar was bleeding freely of the wound in its chest.


Then it charged.


He felt the tusks rake his side and heard the tear of leather there; And when he slashed down he caught an eye and half-blinded the thing. It screamed murder to the air and he was breathless, soundless, silent; A slash and a dodge, a charge and a wheeling. There was a wetness down the right side of his ribs, and Lokr knew the tusks had found his flesh - But there was no time for pain.


If he was a proud creature then it was all for this; Lokr Revlis had survived the fell forest, and determined now not to be killed by a mortal boar.


Black lips pulled back into a snarl as they engaged again, and this time when the boar caught him his vision went white for a moment. In this blindness the Lord felt for his chance and, breath whistling with exhaustion from his chest, heaved his weight through the wicked dagger and into the boar's skull.


They slumped as one to the ground.

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*vaguely addresses wounds* I'm sorry ;o; [385]



The boar was no predator. It was a defender, greedy in its girth, hoarding its earthen domain so close to its breast that it eventually succumbed to it. It was nature's duty to betray, as it was to challenge all of its inventions. In the end, what their collision amounted to was appetite. A predator did not look to kill when they were satisfied, but when they roamed, they did so with the all the force of adamant survival. They needed immortality and they knew just one way to achieve it. By the hunter's lean frame and his caustic eyes, the fight had been determined from the start. Lokr had been hungry in his life, his very nature was starved, and that was why he succeeded.

Semini released Borya, and the noble animal raised its antlers high with anticipation. The wind mimicked the great struggle in the trees, whistling and wheeling and then collapsing into silence. She watched the suspension of their forms, tangled in the snow.

And when she thought her body would not move, she willed it again. The winter could not freeze her there. She came swiftly to the hunter and reached for him. Her pale hands were like water as they sought his wounds, trickling across the torn leather and seeping into rent flesh. Then they drew the dampness of his hair aside and swept along the pathways of his narrow structures, like the brook in her memory, of a summer garden and the hush of discovery. "Lokr," she summoned, and thumbed away what stray matter did not belong on him. "Lokr."

Clopping hooves reminded her of the moment, and she looked to Borya and the fell boar. Her hair slipped along her shoulders as she loosened the shirt from her chest. She gasped with the cold but did not stop. She strung it forcefully around his middle, throwing the knot with ease and all the while seeking his emerald gleam. The fabric tore as it was stretched and conformed to fit beneath his garments, rubbing the tender flesh and binding it tight. Her eyes ignited as she loosed a ragged exhale. There was too much pride in him, she thought. Borya could have taken him away, she thought. "Lokr," she breathed again, and the waves within her pulled.

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Unconsciousness did not find him sweetly. He fought it as viciously as he had fought the boar, and was thus aware of the girl as she crossed to him.


Her fingers were cold where they touched and wandered; Cold like icemelt, seeping in tight to freeze the parts of him that burned and pulled apart.


Lokr, she called to him, and it was his mother's voice he heard - How far had his mind wandered? Untethered by the pain of things his memories flowed soft and deadly, a current in the deep that threatened to pull him under. He did not want to see the things he knew; Did not care to hear just now the sounds of his mother's voice.


For it meant death, he knew; Only in dying would he allow himself such pity.


Lokr, the girl said again, and this time her voice was the forest, breathing in around him; It was gulls shrieking over the high bluffs of home. These were not memories but moments in time that existed beyond him - Lokr would be born, and live, and die; And still the gulls would shriek high over the bluffs of home.


Lokr, again came the voice, and this time it was hers alone. Semini, he thought unbidden, and felt the fabric tighten about his chest. Slowly, black lashes pulled back, and he looked up into the weary concern of her face. "Do not cry," The dark one said, in a breathless kind of way - Uncertain if it were tears on her face, or the crystals of snow melting in pale eyelashes. One black hand reached for the soft lines of her face, so wild, so terribly terribly sad for one so young and beautiful. "You are safe, now." Darkness threatened the corner of his vision, but the Lord Commander managed a grim smile nonetheless.


The motion of reaching stretched at his side, and a gasp escaped his clenched jaw; Pain shot bleakly across the man's face, and he was still and placid again.

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There would be a sharpness at his revival and she watched for it. But his being did not draw like the sting of his blade or any of the hidden daggers Salsola had reared in him. He unraveled as it was natural for one of wood and green, slowly unveiling his awareness like the forest in the spring. The woods had made a home in him. Her eyes were wide with the brush of his fingers -- the graze of his fletching -- and she was still. Semini had always been currents of movement and trembling, restless hands. She could not freeze, and yet she lingered there with the air in her throat, and caught with a secret of Lokr's nature. Semini did not know the value of such pearls, and especially not from one with as many enemies as the dark rider, but they were safe in the deep of her wild and limitless heart.

She breathed into his palm. There was a hum of gratitude on her lips that came with no sound. She could not relinquish the moment that had passed. Her chest forever stirred with the losses of living, and each breath was never more difficult to give to the high steeples of their enclosure. It all felt too close - the death, the savior, the hunter and the hunger. If her eyes wavered it was because they blazed. "God," she trembled, and grabbed his hand, and listened to the light in the trees and counted the ghosts of their muzzles as they expired into day.

He recoiled in pain. Her image swelled, roiled by their circumstances and her awareness of it. The white of her hair gleamed for the night that would be setting in only a few hours.

"Don't," she bit, unclear if it was to herself or to him, and then stood. She was a new self then, and when she crossed to Borya for a pack or supplies to help him more, her features were luminous and grown. Duty had made an early woman of Semini.

It seemed he had traveled with very little that day, perhaps with the intention to check his own traps. Certainly not to fight a giant boar. Her own supplies were far away, near the snare that had kept the wild piglets. She knew a balm was there - the last one that she had not traded for salt or other more practical items. It was the last of Bathurst. A moment passed where she considered this. Her gaze fell to Borya. She feared him, as she did all animals which were hooved and formidable.

Her footfalls came like soft rainfall, and she swept to Lokr again. "I'm going to return," she told him, her palm brushing out the snow that had flurried with her haste and settled in his hair. As she began to stand again, she hesitated, and then returned to his side. "I.." her mouth, for once, seemed dry. "I don't want to go." Her watchful eyes held to his own. She was startled by this admission, though her brows were tense and forceful with its exposure. "But I'm coming back. Don't leave," she said to him. Her fingers betrayed the erratic rhythm of her heart, their lines curling and uncurling at her knees. And then she summoned her will and felt as if she was diving again into the raging sea, her arms holding out to Borya and lifting to his back. Semini was not a graceful rider, but necessity could make a motion smooth.

She set out, and would be back soon.

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Her breath was warm where his palm lay pressed, to ivory cheek upturned in the swell.


He wondered if when she looked, she saw another man. Her eyes told him that they had seen cruel things, bloody things, before. Had she lost a lover in a way such as this? Fate did wicked things to pretty young innocents. Lokr knew this, as more than once he had been fate's instrument for wickedness.


That seemed a world away now. There was a sweetness to her sorrow that fed him. Don't, she said, and he wanted to reassure her - kindly, gently, and these were new things to him - but the pain was too great, and so he only smiled a quiet, frigid smile.


She rose then, and in her absence he felt cold, and alone, and the fear from the boar began to seep up from the cold ground and into him. But he could hear her, still; And when he tilted his head the dark one could peer with glazed eyes as she moved about the massive stag. He craved her return like the ground craves rain, and she was a sweet summer fall as she came, a blessing.


Lokr wanted to tell her not to leave. He wanted to tell her many things, but was quiet until she rose and left again; And when the sound of Borya's hoofbeats at last fell to silence he was dreadfully, dreadfully alone.


Time passed. The snow thickened where it fell and though he felt nothing Lokr knew he was cold, growing colder still. Able to do little more, he moved at last - Slowly, tentatively, like a weak child who knows nothing of how to run - to the side of the boar. In death, it held little of the splendor it had in life. Without the anger it was just flesh, and fur, and bone; And Lokr became afraid.


The Lord sat propped against the shaggy mountain, clutching loosely at his bandaged side. The dark drew in, and his mind began to loosely wander, far to where the white-haired girl rode a forest-spirit through the falling snow.

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puttin on my LOTR pants hurr [567]



Semini had no thumb for lifting life nor the patience to watch it grow. When she was young, she had a single duty in her mother's garden, and it was to nourish the buds before they saw the light of day. She dripped moisture until the ground was tender, and then she knew that she had done good.

The clipping gait announced her return. "Lokr," her tongue turned his name like water turns a hard rock smooth. She descended with the snow around her, and winter laid its white before each step.

She loosened his protective layers and carefully unbound him from civility. Her purpose was to restore; any other story would be housed in the quiet of the woods. Tenuous hands passed across the hidden key, and she pressed it where the image of a white dove unfolded upon his chest. She couldn't help but smile. "Has someone locked you away?" she breathed, and then continued on.

She trembled with the stolen promises of Bathurst, her pale fingers spreading, soothing these healing agents among his torn seams. Akantha had loved a story about a weeping princess whose magical tears could revive her prince. Semini had spurned it at the time, because the ropes that ran raw around her soul did not leave room for sighing fantasy. But she took it all the same, as sisters do of each other in moments of need; and Semini hoped all these pains she harbored deep would someday avail the people she loved.

The wounds were not light, but the time had passed where she thought he would not hold. He was lucky that the shield of his garments had snagged on the boar's anger. Her fear for now abated, she could sigh and rest. Pale fingers, smelling sweetly of herb and oil, caressed the channels of his weary face. He looked far older than his time. Cages could break a man with their iron and savage shine.

He was cold, and her bare chest heaved its own shuddering fragility. Someone had once called her vulnerable, and this was the aching truth. Semini would always be terribly, horribly, recklessly soft. The ocean and she were one as they were vast in their capacity for love, and brimming with a fearsome need for all its love to return.

She unfolded beside him, her moonlit hair drawing a curtain across their private communion. There was a sanctuary in the warmth between them, and it covered them from falling, heedless winter. Her muzzle came to rest within the nook of his shoulder and her eyelashes fluttered along the sweeping paths of his neck. Her touch was dappled rain in the fields of warm, warm pastures, fingers pattering, wrapping across to hold him close. She could never stay even, eternally careening between the deep smolder of her unharnessed sorrow and the cold indifference of oceans in the east. But Lokr called from her the summer brook, the mossy bone and the first time she had ever understood death. As she grew there came more details, yet that moment lived within her as a still and watchful thing, unchanging as only death dared to be. She had cried for what would become of them all, all friends, all lovers, all people she would know someday.

So it was that she dripped into his tender coat, and wished that she had done good.

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When at last he dreamed it was of fire, and stone.


The dark one heard hoofbeats as strange fragments of the dream, mixed in with the crackling and popping of flames - And though his conscious stirred to wake it was sluggish and tired, brackish water churned by swift passing. Her voice sweetened the thoughts of it, and his black lips lifted to smile at the vision of her that danced, wreathed in smoke and ash, gilded by the light of a thousand candle chorus.


It was the snow that fell, not ash; He saw that now. And, in waking, she was near. Relief broke over him like the king tide, sweeping him blissfully out to sea.


The small gathering of white that had coated him was swept aside by her touch, welcome and weary, though her fingers were cold as the frost below. He grit his teeth through the thick of it and knew the pain to be well. The wound was wide and shallow, and would heal as fast or as slow as these things were want to do. Lokr would live, and live well for this story of theirs. Slowly, her seeking fingers stripped, pulling back layers and staunching the red where it oozed in gluttonous rivulets from his side.


Her touch brushed gently on the cold metal at the hollow of his throat.


"They tried," He summoned the words, rough and gritty, a husky breath that steamed in the air. "Oh, but they tried."


And in the dim light his eyes were fierce again, the wickedness of bramble thicket and the mystery of deep groves - Something terrible, something wonderful.


From then his face again contorted with pain, but Semini worked quickly, efficiently, cleverly. When she had finished her bindings the girl sighed, so sweet a thing. Lokr thought that if he were ever to die then he would need a death so sorrowful as this - Need a seabird to wing, swift aloft and full of sadness, to sigh so forlorn and pretty at his passing.


Her soft touch brushed the angles of his dark face, and the Lord turned his head to watch her, acquiescent. His pupils were rounded and everblack.


And in his silent regard Lokr was rewarded, and her youthful frame curled aside him; Soft and warm and hushed, a secret wrapped in secrets. He, black-handed sinner, prince of exile, wondered what this offering could mean. He put strong arms quietly around her, tentative and cautious as though holding a many-fragile thing, as though he had been handed a woman made of glass. In the muted fall of twilight snow they fed from eachother's warmth. Her exploratory touches seemed exquisitely naive, and so he allowed them without protest - Enjoyed them, even, and felt again the warmth of her nearness energizing him, bringing him to life.


When he felt the wetness at his collar, Lokr knew many things. There are many things to know about those who mourn in absolute silence.


Wielding to instinct he comforted, dark and wicked fingers trembling lightly in the white of her hair. The silky strands slipped through his touch, so he gathered them again, and again, and again. "All is well, little tern," The name was cajoling but it pleased him to say, and so he smiled black lips into the top of her snowy head, and kissed her lightly there. "I've saved you, and you've saved me. All is well, now, hold tight." For he enjoyed her nearness and felt it to be a rare thing, and he wanted to kiss her again, but on the wild upturn of her face; She would taste of salt water and a world he had never known.


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Hold tight, he said. Did he know that she was sinking? Could he have known the sun sank every night into her heart and boiled in unseen chasms? Her eyes could be a sunset, a horizon chased forever by foolish men who could not see the end of their pursuits. Semini saw them. She would never forget the dark of the sea and the cradle of cold, and how it had stripped her of everything most important. Nature could be wicked. Nature could love deeply, jealously, cruelly and it could be hurt just as much. Semini knew this all too well.

She felt her lungs expanding as they had before, but the feeling was very different, and the breath that misted from the cold seemed more like steam rising from the deep of her chest.

All is well. All is well. The ground is below, the threat is dead. And they remained intertwined.

In the dark of the hall with just one lantern, wood and grizzled smoke and the dampness of her hair. Her father had held her fiercely once, and kissed the crown of her sprouting moonlight, because he had feared so much that this wayward daughter would one day leave. And she did.

Semini could hear a drum in his body, sonorous and steady. She heard him as he must have been, when they had tried to cage him. Her head lifted and she saw the small raft that they shared, his arms the wood and her arms the ropes, his hands in her hair like they were skimming the sea.

She touched to understand the man settled beside her. A dip was a space that had been carved in him, and she could fill it with her frothy fingers, passing over as a tide whirls into sandy footprints. The swells of his chest, the stronghold of his neck and ribcage were places that others traveled and claimed for their own. She did not look to change his structures, and her hand that stroked a line down his arm was almost painterly, inquisitive about the mass beside her. It struck her that the earth and the ocean were just echoes of each other, one continuous wave that rippled across miles of time and hardship.

So she sailed to the pitches of his cheekbones and wrapped her hands like canvas, holding the air in pockets between them. There was a skull within, something white and bleached and present in all of them. She would not forget it. Her eyes continued the journey that her hands could not make, their burning color more akin to candlelight as the light of day expired. There was creation in her gaze, and her lips were the reverent hush of the dark ocean that harbored its many secrets, and Lokr was among them now.

All is well. All is well.

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There was within him the blood of mortal men; Cowards, villians, kings and cretins. Where her fingers moved his pulse followed, slow and languid as banked coals unfurling. He was a jungle cat in the stretch, a whisper of breath to the brush of her fingers, a tremor of hard muscle beneath the poise of her touch.


She awakened him slowly. He feared to break her; But always, Lokr was a selfish creature at heart. And he wanted her, oh - He wanted, and in her hair the dark fingers curled to a plaintive fist.


It was no use. The silver strands slipped free, light and silk, precious and fragile and stronger than he could ever know.


But her lashes were white with the snow, and they lifted alluringly toward him; Beneath them was the setting sun, so brilliant that it blinded him to look directly. Her palms were soft against his face, and it took no effort at all to lean forward, to taste, to take. Semini was smooth as shell in his embrace, and in her breath he heard the echo of waves crashing against the sand.


Beneath the tumultuous white of her hair his dark hands found the arch of a spine, the sweetened curve of flesh, the gentle dimples of muscle. Hungrily, they roved.


There were little feet in the bushes; A stirring of life in the dark stillness that guarded them. He was intent upon her, and for all wishes would stay that way - But ever the hunter, tall dark ears twitched to the sound. The tiny hoofbeats drew nearer, and in spite of his vicious desire to touch and hold and taste and know, Lokr's lustful intent was torn. In a move too quick to belie the wound in his side, the Lord's black hand held his hunter's dagger, revealing it as though with magic. The grip that had held Semini soft and supple was harder, now, pulling her to his injured ribs and away from the sound.


He would kill whatever came forth from the brush, and think nothing of it. Once, he had known her with blood on her lips, blood bright as cherry pulp. Now she might at last know him as he was - Ready for violence, always, brimming with it. There was a dragon in Lokr, and it dreamed only of fire.


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Nope no changes necessary PP away my frand 83[322]



Blood was on his hands and in his hands, and she felt it thrumming at the back of her neck; a sinner's pulse that betrayed what the softness of his lips could not. He was a world of deep, feral hunger, the kind that shattered wild boars and would someday shatter her. She saw it while running - like an arrow, his intentions would fly quivering into her breast, and she would submit to the divine rule of the hunter. Semini did not fear such wounds to her heart, for being alive was something terrible and something blessed. She would spend her soul to live a moment, and he would take her blood for this. But she would take the bones.

Cold parted the warmth of their kiss, and her lashes unveiled a glimmer of pure, weeping light. She smiled into his cheek. Her lips swept gently to the base of his ear, anointing the dark fletching in tender, reverent strokes. Her breath was a whisper of relief, sighing for every second that they were close and alive. She could dream there, nestled in the dark swells. For all of his aching mortality, each touch between them was eternal.

The heat of his draconic will felt like morning on her skin. The sound of the dagger cut through the quiet snowfall, ready to silence the footfalls in the brush. He pulled her steady, guarding her with a reptilian hand, clawed fingers like rakes in her skin. She twisted and listened to the sound. Her heartbeat wavered with a knowing instinct - knowing as they drew near that they came for them, and that their intention was small and with need.

"The young," she breathed. She reached for his arm that shielded them with cold, angry metal, "They're not a threat." Her voice was a plead, because she saw it in him; A deep, dark capacity - what the woods had made of him.

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Sometimes he relished the fear. It came with his very being; And those who looked deep would see it in his skin and echo it with their eyes. They would be afraid - of him - and there is so very much power in despair.


Sometimes, as now, he anticipated it with dread. The young woman was soft at his side. Lokr thought she might see the blade and see the fear and be afraid, and it would give him power, yes, but not the kind he wanted from her.


The taste of her had been color and life; Her sigh in his ear a prayer for the sins that bound him, and made him out of black blighted clay. Lokr did not want her fear - He wanted the reckless, heedless joy of her, the deep impenetrable sorrow of her. There are greater things than a terror of the dark. Her emotions were life where his fear was nothingness.


But she was the ocean. She was the sea. Her whims and whalebones were not to be predicted by the wasteful gloom of a bowman.


The young, Semini exhaled, and the words were a reverent plea. Her fingers, so white against his wicked flesh, were light on the wrist of his dagger-hand. Lokr did not look to her, but to the shadows of the brush where tiny eyes peered with unabashed simplicity at the man, the woman, the knife. They're not a threat, came the placation, and one by one they emerged from the darkness. A bristly piglet let the others to the side of their slain mother. In her death the boar was only a fallen log, only a mound of earth and weeds. The small forestlings were unperturbed by the coldness of their dam; Their tiny voices confused, seeking, hungry.


"They will die, without her," Lokr said at last, in a hard voice that was the law of the forest. Starvation was a crueler fate than the quick, clean death his edged blade could offer them. "I will make it painless," He thought to assure her; But even as he said the words, his hand was lowering beneath the subtle weight of her own. The hunter's dagger gleamed, dull and ominous, where its blade found soil and soft ground. He would oblige Semini's wishes, whatever they were - For the weight of her emotiion, he would oblige.


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tryin to play it cool like but then bein like[465]



It was the law of the woods and she refused it. The tide of her fingers could turn his course, and so they would turn the fate of the young. She took this dark palm and kissed it, blessing him for his mercy.

When she looked at the children, they were feeble and strange. But they had once been pressed against her breast, against the trench of her terrified and bleeding heart. She saw that they belonged there, more than they did now at the side of their natural mother. Fear had power in that it existed in many things, and many things could not exist without it, one of which was love.

And she had been afraid for them all. Her mind was open with a possible infinity, the way she saw it in the great wide ocean. There could be atonement. The pain, the salt within her could purify. No one needed to die, not anymore, not ever again.

She left Lokr’s side, hands sweeping, reluctant to part. Borya had stirred little from his place, straying a wary perimeter around the beast and his master. He greeted her with a soft nose and she touched him with a smile.

She took her bag from his saddle and then returned to the tiny young. The contents had been disturbed from her rummaging, and she quickly settled their chaos. Her hands were delicate, plucking one piglet after the other and gingerly placing them into the bag. They bundled for warmth and squeaked at their new den. “I will do you one better,” she said to the hunter, and the words were very kind with her smile.

Her breath fled, a pale prayer to the twilight. The day had passed, and for a brief moment she was caught with the nostalgia of a time that never happened. She imagined returning to Krokar when she planned, nodding as she would to the bear at the windowsill, and settling alone in the quiet and the comfort of her small home. Those events had been such a certainty that she was shocked awake when something different occurred, and she saw the world for the messy intersection that it was.

Her thoughts prickled along her skin, and she felt desperately cold. “I’ll make camp,” she spoke, bringing the bag to her shoulders. “Will you stay?” she looked at him, uncertain of his options, and then saw that she did not know much at all about him. Those details never usually bothered her, as Semini had come to expect transience in others. Her gaze spoke otherwise. She followed the contours of his face, her eyes incandescent as if to release his caged thoughts. She brushed his side with a pale hand, coming to rest warmly on his bandaged wound.

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He wondered at what instinct drove her mercy; Her sincerity. It was a bald oath to take. The upbringing of wild creatures was never an easy tasks, and in her claim Semini had given herself to the little creatures as much as she had taken them as her own.


Lokr wondered if she knew how these wild things might change her; How their gleeful destruction, their beautiful senseless instinct might drive her to love or despair of the choices she had made.


By the edge of the shadows the dark form of the reindeer lingered. His presence cast about them like a protection. Lokr found that he was more welcome of the beast's company than ever before, as though he could see the shaggy creature through Semini's amber eyes and reconstruct what it meant to be a team with the beast. Such pure and wondering thoughts would fall as quickly from him as her hand, brushing white across the tensed muscle that she left behind her touch.


His careful eyes watched the girl - the woman - as she worked. Deft fingers, quiet steps. The Lord was leisurely in his observance, decadent, indecent; now that she had seen the hunger and the darkness in the pits of him, there seemed to be no point in hiding it further. Let there be honesty here, Lokr thought. Let there be honesty, and flesh warm enough to last the frigid night.


The smile he offered was indulgent as she took the wild things, one by one. They did not resist her hold. Perhaps, as was the way of them, the little boarlings knew that Semini was all that stood between them and the cursed blade. Perhaps it was gratefulness, not docility, that had them snuggle down to sleep in the pouch where she kept them tightly.


But when next she spoke the words were different. Sensing the distance that grew by each second between them, Lokr leaned forward to sit taller, ignoring the sparks of pain that set his side to tingling.


"Would you like for me to stay?" Asked the dark one, and his words were an invitation.


"Come here," He said, and this time they were a invocation. His fingers itched for her, and he was full of fire enough for them both. When her fingers brushed his bandaged side, he captured them in his own - And tugged her gently down, gently down to the dark craven earth.


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you got magic in your eyes~[292]



There was safety in her pragmatism, beyond the preparation for an evening in dangerous woods. She pulled it between them, a curtain around her fragile truths. Would he leave? Abandon her to a lonely flame and the failing light of day? She wanted to anticipate these images before they were reality.

She faltered. His hands were hunting when they grabbed hers. Her heart quivered, shuddering behind the pointed arrow of his request. He pulled her this time, and she did not resist. She let the bag gently down from her shoulder and away from their union. The piglets didn't make a sound, or if they did, it was mute in the snow.

He dragged her into the dark, and she felt a quiet she only knew in the cradle of the wild sea. Her hands held him, afraid and cold for the memories that shined an endless constellation in the night of her heart. She breathed into his fur and sank for miles. She belonged there, timeless and embraced, his breath a molten wind to stir her endless depths. Her pale hands grasped him.

"Lokr," she confessed into his neck, "Please, don't leave." It was an appeal to the moment and to the benevolence of the world, because the sun would return as it always would, and he would depart with the darkness. She believed there was a power to words, and so she rarely harnessed their magic. But now she pressed, "Stay," she whispered into his cheek and kissed him there, and in every spot near. "Yes, stay," with each breath and tender entreatment she might fight the rule of time, and they could live in the dream of eternity. "Please," her lips found his, and she summoned him.

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In darkness the sweetest prey was caught; Or perhaps it was that she allowed herself capture, a fallacy of thought. It was as much as a man might capture the ocean in a single bottle - Semini would never belong to him, not the way that the young dragon might seek to hoard her. Always, he was a refiner of perfect things, a collector of the exotic and the beautiful.


He admired the moon in much the same way. How could he take her from the sky? The greed and the lust and the wanting was a dark bramble in his chest, but it was soothed by the touch of her, soothed by the way he might look at the bottle and see the entirety of the sea.


My own, thought the dragon; She was pretty in his arms, foam and warmth and ever-movement. Mine, my own.


He swallowed her gentle pleading in the kiss. The selkie need ask no more of him, this night - He'd take her fur coat and leave her stranded in his greed and desperation, but not this night. In silence parted only by their breath, Lokr's roving hands claimed each inch of her; The moonlight gleamed silver in her hair.


He rolled her over, into the dark ground, and covered her with the scales of his body. In his stomach burned the fires of a thousand scorns, the fires of ire and punishment; In his eyes burned green flame, lust and longing. He steamed against her; Sparing only for the sign that she was equally wanton, willing to his wicked touch.


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i cranked it up to 11 *edit* I had to come back and work this a bit because writing at 3/4am..LOL [425]



She drank his gaze and thus his poison, swallowed it down to the depths of her molten core. No drop could fill her, not a rainstorm or a rushing river, she could take it all. She would burn every sin white hot and turn them into sand. Something infernal was in her chest, and so was the heart of God. The sea had the capacity for everything.

He became alive - a coiling darkness unlike their wooden corridor or the stuck smile of a twinkling night. When he moved it was a tenebrous awakening, shifting and turning her and enveloping her the way it had once before, when she had been a stray one calling into the abyss. Nothing came then, and she had thought she would be lost forever. But Lokr was an answer in the flesh, cloaked in scales like a friend and with eyes that burned in eternal loss. She glimpsed a seething soul, tethered and starved for all she had to give. She had everything to give, and so much more. Her milky hands gathered in his fur and she kissed him, tender as a dewdrop in the hazy, morning forest.

Her movement was a tide, a silky echo of his own serpentine rhythms. She breathed into his warmth - their warmth - and wanted with an airy sigh. She was fervent as only water could be, shuddering and endlessly soft. She felt his heated nearness and knew that he sought to keep her for his own. She thrilled in his embrace. Her chest swelled with the love of capture, arched against his own forceful grip. She wanted his pressure, she wanted him to sink. Drown in her. He met her first with blood across her mouth, and she never knew if he had seen her for what she was, if he had known then and knew now in the fistfuls of her dark skin. They were ancient creatures - mythical and immeasurable. Her smile was glittering seashells, the allure of eons of shattered pieces and their sublime renewal. They promised his resurrection if only he would succumb. Dawn was in her eyes, and she ached for every inch of their separation. The moment thrummed in her heart, and she was brimming with a need for him to be so much closer. She tangled him in seaweed and the waves of her moonlit skin, as the revealed siren called her lover to swim with her.

There was nothing wanton about her desire. It was pure as saltwater, a glimmering bead on the tip of her open lips.

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It was easy to see how they might have had other lives, lived in other times and places, other worlds beyond the one they knew. There was something of the immortal in them both - Something too surreal about the hushed sounds of pleasure that caressed his waiting senses, something too potent in the sight, the smell, the taste of her. It might have been a dream; But Lokr dreamed only of fire, and Semini was nothing of that, everything of that, the wide and wonderful blue.


It was difficult now to recall the haunts that condemned him; The chains that bound him fast to a place far from here. Strange, that his fascination could so undermine every inch of his control. Where had his woeful fury gone? It was all in the lust of him, the touches both soft and fervent, the breath both shared and terribly alone. The wound in his side was open, and beneath her careful bandaging the dark one's blood trickled sweet and black and warm.


He did not feel the pain, or notice the smell of rust that was about them always. The wound was inconsequential, and even now his body worked to mend itself. It did not matter. He would have kissed her with lips as red as overripe berries, would have held her down in snow as white as the swell of her breasts and the hollow of her throat. Lokr found both places intimately, marked them and stole them with his tongue and his hands.


"What are you, Semini?" He asked softly against her silky hair, her warm skin. "What magic is inside of you?" He was a raven of a man, and his world had always been filled with superstition and omens. Never had he believed in coincidence - That he had found her was as stark a sign as any. Dark hair spilled across the selkie, mingling with the silver puddle that fell about the sweeping arches of her upturned face. Like the night, he surrounded her; Like the moon, she glowed brightly in his wicked embrace.


The hunger was a gnashing, toothy void within him, and lean muscles trembled from whatever restraint remained. "I would find it," Growled the dragon darkly, coyly. The face he wore was his own, as it hadn't been for a long time gone.


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I spent way too long trying to find a good gif and I didn't even i'm sorry [---]



He questioned what was given. The world was charitable in one way, and Lokr would have his answer. He would receive many answers as the night went on.

Her breath sailed in the darkness. The dragon lured each gasp of pleasure from her. He trapped them easily as a hunter might, and with each raptured quiver would claim another. She was overcome with the heat of his lips and the smooth of his palms. No one found her in that way. Honest men came up to breathe, but she understood now that he was no such creature. He would only sink deeper. She felt the summons of his restraint, dark and burning and alive between them. "Would you keep me?" came her answer in another stormy gale, because she wanted nothing more in that moment than to be embraced wholly and to know - or at least to think - that capture could be mercy and it could be freedom. She needed his promise. And then she would smash it like a raging sea.

She feared that he could take her selkie skin and keep it with his other beast pelts and trophies. But when her eyes blazed and her mouth found the thrumming stream deep in his neck, a white hand to bring him closer, she was not afraid.

Her other hand wandered the fields of rippling muscle and brushed the pain that flowed freely from his side. She started at the warmth and the blight of red that escaped across her fingers. The bandage had loosened its grip. It should have been sealed. "Your pain," she could only whisper as she drew her tainted fingers between them, marking the dove pattern of his chest. She rose to her elbows, her pale breast rising and falling in the swells of fading exertion. She was the curl of a wave, rearing its crest to the sky.

"Lokr," she spoke softly, "I don't want to hurt you."

Her heart beat a moment too fast. She watched him, and her breath hitched. There came his second answer. Breaking was her nature, and she meant to deny it for him.

The tides of her body were changing. They beckoned him to turn and to rest. She wanted him safely, she wanted him with the air to fan his fire. "Let me take care of you." Her whisper was sweet, though passion had coined the glow of her eyes. She wouldn't let him go.

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