Malakai had been fairly difficult to prize away from Axelle's side since the attack in Halifax - when he wasn't with her, he felt on edge somewhat, like something would happen to her if he wasn't there. He hated the idea of leaving her alone now, paranoid that she was at risk. The attacker in Halifax had been dealt with and he wouldn't be attacking anyone again, his bloody entrails more than likely still painted to the walls, floor and ceiling of his apartment, but lingered heavily in Kai's mind. What if he hadn't have reached Axelle in time? What if he'd have gotten a chance to use that knife of his before he got a chance to reach him? The thought alone made him shiver.
Axelle had mentioned heading away from the pack lands for a few days, to which Kai had agreed of course. She had her own life to lead, after all, and he wouldn't stand in the way of what she wanted to do. However, he had made the decision to follow her. Not like a stalker... He just wanted to keep an eye on her, from a distance, at least for a little while, for his own peace of mind, to make sure she was safe. He was protective over her, as any male would be over his female, but especially since Axelle had already been attacked once.
He had kept a way behind her, following her scent when he did lose sight of her on the odd occassion. His plan had been to trail her for an hour or so before heading back to Anathema. He wanted some more advice on this mateship idea he had forming in his head. However, before he knew it, he was in territory he didn't recognize and didn't know. His eyes shifted a little more to his surroundings and his muzzle lifted into the air to catch various scents nearby, and before long, he caught sight of Axelle heading towards what seemed to be an old graveyard. Kai kept low to the ground, out of sight if she should turn to look for anyone - if Axelle knew he had trailed her, she may think it was because he didn't trust her or something. He could smell something nearby, another pack border. He didn't want to stray onto others' land.
Axelle's form crouched, lying down, and she seemed to nearly vanish from his view, and so he crept a little closer, moving quietly so as not to disturb her. He himself was in his preferred Secui form, his ears twitching with every branch that was disturbed by birds or smaller animals, but his focus remained totally upon Axelle. He could hear her whimpering softly, and his body tensed. She was lying before a gravestone - had she come here to mourn a loved one? A friend, perhaps? He hated hearing her whimper. The thought crossed his mind to approach, to break his cover and to offer her comfort, and so as he moved just that little closer, his snout lifted and he stopped still. A scent on the breeze, a scent he knew so well, but now, it was a scent that confused him. Axelle's scent, the scent of her pleasure, of her arousal...
Creeping towards her once more, he thought that she may have picked up on his scent and that he was the reason for that scent of arousal, but she made no movements, nothing to indicate she knew he was even there. So what was causing that scent from her? His eyes kept upon her closely and unable to hide it any longer, he inhaled deeply, the hint of her scent infusing within him, the breath let out in something of a snort as he lingered behind her.
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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