A males fate in the beast world

lake of longing

Hey guys, just a short explanation at the beginning. Because i love to listen to music during my writing sessions ,i am going to recommend a song from time to time. Hope it helps to create a more realistic atmosphere.

Music: "vor i vaglaskogi" von Kaleo

The big silver tiger lay down on the ground to let a small female get of his back. She half slided down his side until her feet touched to ground and immediate sat on the cold dry floor. She seemed exhausted from the ride. Leaned against the tiger she took in her surroundings.

Its been a long time since she last left the forest. A nearly full moon hung over a moonlit lake with crystal clear water. A light breeze swept through this scene and gave the impression that it wanted to lull the reeds to sleep. Coming from the forest behind them, the breeze carried the familiar earthy smell.
Except for their rhythmic breathing, the faint rustling of the reeds and the wispering sound from the forest canopy, it was silent. A peaceful silence as if everyone else vanished from this world.

As she watched the scene before her, a single tear escaped, rolled down her right cheek and left a small clean trail on her otherwise dirt covered face. The female felt agony rise in her heart thinking about Jon. The old wolf would have loved this view. He had been a strong guy with a extremly good hidden soft spot in his heart. Remembering the warmth, the so called frost wolf had given her, a smile tugged at the corner of her dry pale lips.

But she lost his warmth forever.

The female felt broken as if a important piece of herself was left at the hut deep inside the forest. She wanted to cry and scream but her body was to pinched to obey. Lifting one of her small dirty hands slowly up to her chest, she touched something hidden under her clothes. After she confirmed that it was still there, she let her hand fell back into her lap.

Like that she just sat there looking at the reflection of the moon in the lake and followed her thoughts.

All this time the tiger lay motionless on the ground with his head on his front legs. He was watching the female from the corner of his eye, while she was staring into nowhere.

End of the song.

It felt like a long time had passend as the female got up with a huff. She removed a strange object of fur from her back. Put it on the ground and got something that smelled like food out of it.

The tiger looked up interested in the things he had not noticed before and transformed to a human. Before he could even open his mouth to protest, she had already lay some of the food on a small skin right before his feet and walked away to the lakeshore.

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I sat down cross-legged in front of the food. It was somekind of meat cut in small stripes and sprinkled with some small grains. My stomach rumbled. When was my last meal... can not remember it. Must have been some days ago near the eagle cliff. Since then i was constantly on the move. Maybe i should go hunting, but leaving her here alone do not sit right with me. We need to be ready to run anytime, if our pursuers are still after us.

Thats why i decided to postpone the hunt and looked over to the female by the lake. She kneeled infront of the water and seemed to have finished drinking. Right now she was starring at her reflection, her upper body slightly swayed back and forth. Just when the idea of her thinking about suicide crossed my mind, she splashed herself a large portion of water on her face. The female repeated it a few times and finally stood up to walk back to our resting spot.

That really scared me there for a second. My heart is still beating fast. Even if i would not approve of suicide, it would have been her decision. But why did alone the idea made me anxious and my body tensed up. I laughed at myself inside my head. Its not like i am hoping she is going to accepted me. I know how it goes.

As she reached our resting spot the female sat across myself, brought some more meat stripes to light out of the fur object and started eating. The meat stripes smelled delicious so my mouth unconsciously began to water. I felt her eyes on me and could read in them the question as to why i stand on ceremonie. Alright i am going to try some.

I took one stripe and put it in my mouth. The meat stripes were surprisingly hard and tasted quiet salty and spicy. I did not know that meat could have this kind of texture and intensiv taste. To be honest it was kind of mind blowing. Another stripe vanished in my mouth.

This female i picked up is really full of mysteries. And without the swollen eyes and all the dirt, i can imagine her quiet beautiful. I still wonder what kind of beastman she is.

"Female", i started to speak as she interruped me, saying that her name is Kathy. Right, females do not like to be called females. I cleared my throat and phrased the thing i wanted to say different. "Kathy lets sleep."

She just nooded and continued to nibble at her food while starring at something far away.

I tranformed and lay down putting my head on my front legs. Despite my closed eyes i knew exactly what she did, as i had focused all my other senses on her. After a sheer endless time she finished her food, got a small fur out of the fur object she brought and lay down. The female put the fur on top of herself and mumbled, already half asleep, a good night. She must have been exhaused but did not wanted to show me.

A few minutes later the female started to toss and turn as well as to mutter some opaque words. Looks like she is having a nightmare. After observing her for a while i stood up and lay down next to her. Right away the small body shifted and grabbed the soft fur at my abdomen. While she cuddeled herself deeper inside the warm fur, a wispered "Jon" escaped her lips.

With the small female laying at my abdomen a warm feeling started to spread inside my belly. Maybe that is the feeling the taken males were bragging about. The by all beastman coveted feeling to have a purpose in a females life.

But this feeling was not meant for me. It belongs to Jon. Jon the buried wolf, deep inside this forest. I did not think i would ever be jealous of a dead man 6 feet under.

I looked at the lake to calm my mind. The chilly night wind coming from the forest brought lots of different smells with him. Luckely no smell signified a threat for us. Without any danger nearby i put my head back on my front legs. While inhaling the mix my familiar skent created with the one from the female ,i fell into a light slumber.