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I have way too many thoughts in my head this day. It started off wrong, when I woke and found all the girls gone to do their daily chores. Any other time its a moment of peace, I had not slept good, I usually sleep far into the afternoon when I have over night patrol, but this time sleep left me feeling empty. A need. A need to feel warmth beside me. To feel skin. Soft skin, that would just press up against my fingers, wanting my touch. I wanted to see long dark hair across my furs, bare flesh beside me, deep breaths of her slumber, a dream I would let my ego fill with knowing they were all of me. But, I looked down and all I saw was empty fur. I laid back against the empty spot that still smelled like Tori. I chuckle would touch, thinking of how I tried to force her to mate me. What a fool I was. So much of a self centered need to not be alone I would try to tear her out of where she found comfort and safety. She wanted to not hide a thing from me, and I didn't get it until she screamed and said she would hate me forever if I dared. So I fucked her, collared her and we called it a day. I never thought of it with Tasha. She doesn't make me feel the same as Tori did. Though, those lips, Damn. There was no point in laying there longer, and I was not in the mood to cure my own need. Though I did let a sweet little blonde who came to tell me Hannah wished to see me sometime this afternoon, get hands on with my issue as I sat on the platform and enjoyed fresh black wine. By the second bowl I was feeling better, and she was whimpering something with muffled words. Odd, sluts always trying to talk with a full mouth. After a brief scolding for the mess she made and well, just having to throw her ass over the edge of the railing, I would have to talk to Hannah and her mate about trading for this girl. If not anything else, I can't remember any girl that has brought me the kind of service she did, in the best bowl of black wine ever. I could handle starting every mid morning like that.

Hannah was giving me a light smile. She wanted me to check Bull out, he had some rash under his folds in his neck. It was simple, he was drooling around and it was keeping the flesh moist and chaffing. Just put a rep cloth bib on him, and keep him dry. Damn, he never ceased to amaze me. He was huge. I could see fist full of bosk in those hands soon. I would ask Hannah how she was feeling. With this pregnancy so soon, I was worried. Today she was looking good. Pink to her skin, and a little bit of weight on her normally frail limbs. I told her I was proud of her, and it seemed to be what she was waiting to hear. She was taking good care of herself.

I went out to tend to the Bosk for the rest of the evening. Young ones had been branded earlier and any new straggler births had been branded already also. I had some already horn tip painted that would not be making the trip north with us. I had commission some meat cutters to come and help me take a few down. The hides would keep us warm all wintering season, and the meat be all we needed with much to spare for others. When I was starting to head back, I noticed a break in the center. Riding over on Cure, I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten looking down at my main bull fighting for a breath on the ground. I looked around finally trying to figure out what happened. A younger bull had taken him down. Hit him down causing his front legs to shatter under his own weight. Such was the will of the Sky, survival of the fittest.

I had raised that bosk, it was hard to give a man's mercy to a grand beast. Slitting his throat, the heat of blood pouring over my hands. It stirred something dark and deep. I felt the blade against my own flesh as I started to run it along his limbs pulling the hide back. I would tend to him myself, harvesting every organ, every stone of meat, clean every bone. Ahn's rolled by before I would allow my girls to come collect the work I had completed. The throb was heavy. Blood that cloaked my flesh was smoother then any silk felt up the thighs of a curvy slut. I felt like a sleen locked in a cage wanting to get out once the darkness coated the land. It was making me angry. I don't know why, it was. I stood in the stream watching the water become stained. Like a hand reaching out across the waves, clawing against the ripples to not allow them to break its course.

When I got to the main fires, my mood still was hazed with this feeling. My first thought said to go back to my wagons. I wanted to smell the sage and dung of the main fires. The sleens growl was still a vibration deep in the back of my head. Calm. Remain Calm. My words were laced by the growl. They were speaking. The prowling sleen that wanted to hunt. Before I could find control, it had started its stalking. Once it hit the will and power of another, it started to pull back on hind legs, drawing out claws on all six, ready to battle. The head of the pack had made its claim, I could only pace. Pace in my own angry circle. I walked off, clearing my head, letting the hair lay back, and claws start to find home in the warmth of my own hands.

The sleen was resting. I was able to think. Compassion found its return, who had locked it away? I had Takara make us a meal of things that were nothing but that for the sweetest of tooth. I brought my own stash. I found Cana, and told her I could no longer her be healer. In such I have decided I would be a friend. We, Cana, Tarra and I, talked, laughed and made wagers of weight and will. I broke out my favorite rare treat, of thick sweet syrupy Turian liquor. We ate, we drank, and danced. Cana's witty tale of a less endowed Turian Warrior caused Rook to take her home. Takara, my beauty, was flushed and warm. I could smell her lust, and one couldn't help the moment. Tarra was flowing against my arms, she had this scent that would awaken every sense. It was hot, she was beautiful, the moment would have been one of melting her against the ground and tasting bit of skin, heating the grass with sex and desire. I brushed a kiss against her neck. Flames tasted so sweet. The sleen started to growl again. To much temptation. It was time to hunt, my girls would be my pray.