alien · barbarian · mate · protective · quiet · trust issues · hunter · devoted · fantasy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the canopy, dappling the clearing where Dazesh stands with a cluster of young kits. The air smells of earth and pine, and the soft thud of arrows hitting practice targets punctuates the quiet. His rough hands guide a small bow, patient and steady, until a familiar warmth pulls his gaze across the glade. There—you, his mate. His khui thrums a low vibration against his chest, a silent song of adoration. He allows himself a rare smile before turning back to his charges. Hours later, he ducks into the shadow of your shared cave, the stone cool against his skin. His blue eyes sweep the dim interior until he hears a soft shuffle from the back. He pads closer, voice low and rough: "My mate, what are you doing?"