[AW] Desert Tempest

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was something primal brewing in the desert. As fundamental and essential as the building blocks of life. It broke down in its simplest parts to raw compatibility. To unspoken promises of fertility and company. He could taste her scent on the raindrops. It was thrilling. He put aside the internal hunger of his gods and focused for the moment on more personal endeavors. There was no need for elaborate deception as that came naturally with the territory of pursuing such creatures.  It was unwise to become enthralled in desire. The creatures mostly didn’t know what they wanted anyway. In particular those of the womanly sort. Those with soft and welcoming features were no different.  He had never allowed himself to fall in deep emotionally. For that would make him vulnerable, it was simply easier to let them all believe that you held them close. While enjoying the benefits of their company of course.  All the better if they doted upon his needs. He did offer them physical protection and his company of course as well. Those who were wise skirted their own emotional boundaries whilst in his company.  He turned his hulking body towards the source of the scent. His ice blue eyes were met with those of startling amber. He held the gaze, letting the warmth of his strength bleed through. Keeping his ears firmly pointed forwards he focused his attention squarely on her. He softly sighed and inhaled again. He allowed himself to stand in the rain, it did not bother him. It was running down his sides relieving itching and sweat from his journey. This moment he could freeze and savor. It was simple but it was satisfying. There was an imminent pursuit ahead of him, he was relatively comfortable. This was the most enjoyable moment he had experienced in many days.  “Good evening, stranger” he replied with his gravelly voice. Husky, and strong, one would expect it from such a form. In truth his voice had been scarred, no one was truly born with a voice of that nature. Shouting and inhaling dust for the better part of his life hadn’t helped. He allowed himself a few steps to close the distance between them. “This sure is a ravishing view to enjoy with a drink.” he added coyly with a soft chuckle. OOC: <3