01-29-2023, 01:53 AM
He was tracking her. She was the only thing in the world that could pull him from the clutches of his mother, from his near-inescapable drive to groom himself into her perfect successor.
He was tracking Soirée, that is. No need to think about Mother. Pretty, mysterious, perfect Soirée. He'd almost let her go when she'd left, but now, he couldn't imagine how.
He pressed forward, head low and streamlined like a snake as his paws crunched against the frosty earth. He'd climbed an endless range of godforsaken mountains to get here, and while he had temporarily lost her scent, Sfikas had enough faith in himself to know that she must be close by now.
The sound of bellowing caught his attention. Sfikas paused, eyes narrowed, to find the source of the commotion.
Oh. Oh, God.
It was a pair of elk--probably the largest bull he'd ever seen mounted on a cow, going absolutely crazy on her. Sfikas was revolted at how such a large, normally-magnificent creature could put itself in such a lowly position. The noises, the hip motions, the tucking of the tail, his desperation...
He decided that elk looked much more dignified with slit throats, kicking fruitlessly on the ground. Did all animals look so pathetic when they fucked?
Sfikas would never stoop so low. Sex was demeaning. He was a virgin, whatever, but he knew enough to decide it wasn't worth it.
Still, he stayed where he was, ears cupped forward and head tilting to catch what sound he could, eyes locked on the pair. An unfamiliar throbbing aggravated in his loins, followed by a neediness in his gut, that nearly made him pant.
Above all, it made him angry. His lips raised as he watched them, his hackles prickling. If he charged them, he'd undoubtedly catch the bull unaware, perhaps even unable to flee.
He was tracking Soirée, that is. No need to think about Mother. Pretty, mysterious, perfect Soirée. He'd almost let her go when she'd left, but now, he couldn't imagine how.
He pressed forward, head low and streamlined like a snake as his paws crunched against the frosty earth. He'd climbed an endless range of godforsaken mountains to get here, and while he had temporarily lost her scent, Sfikas had enough faith in himself to know that she must be close by now.
The sound of bellowing caught his attention. Sfikas paused, eyes narrowed, to find the source of the commotion.
Oh. Oh, God.
It was a pair of elk--probably the largest bull he'd ever seen mounted on a cow, going absolutely crazy on her. Sfikas was revolted at how such a large, normally-magnificent creature could put itself in such a lowly position. The noises, the hip motions, the tucking of the tail, his desperation...
He decided that elk looked much more dignified with slit throats, kicking fruitlessly on the ground. Did all animals look so pathetic when they fucked?
Sfikas would never stoop so low. Sex was demeaning. He was a virgin, whatever, but he knew enough to decide it wasn't worth it.
Still, he stayed where he was, ears cupped forward and head tilting to catch what sound he could, eyes locked on the pair. An unfamiliar throbbing aggravated in his loins, followed by a neediness in his gut, that nearly made him pant.
Above all, it made him angry. His lips raised as he watched them, his hackles prickling. If he charged them, he'd undoubtedly catch the bull unaware, perhaps even unable to flee.