Wildfire

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The way her legs felt stretching beneath her as she pushed herself through the undergrowth of the forest was nothing short of exquisite. She felt like she was flying, her hips loose and driving her more powerfully still. She heard her heart beating in her ears, felt her bag bouncing on her back, and marveled at the wind blowing her long curly red hair straight back. She was tall and slender and anyone seeing her run through the forest this way would swear they had encountered a nymph. She was nothing short of breathtaking, her wide careless smile beaming before her.

She began to slow as she sensed she was reaching her destination, her capable feet digging into the soft bed of the forest. When she reached the clearing she stretched her arms above her and turned her face to the blue sky, reveling in the warmth of the sunlight.

The clearing was a sparse area of nothing but dirt, no grass grew here as this was her favorite dancing spot. Why dance in a studio when the earth was calling? She patted her dogs' heads and smiled at them as they beamed up at her, panting heavily from the run, with their long tongues lolling out of the sides of their long snouts. As they plopped down on the ground to rest, she set up her wireless speaker and took position as the music began to pulse around the clearing.

She spun and leapt to the song, her favorite right now.

"And the stars make love to the universe." She sang, "And you touch me." She brought her hands to her shoulders, "And I'm like, and I'm like," She leaned back and felt as the power within her burst through her chest as she belted, "And I'm Like!" And she continued to dance powerfully until the song ended and the next began. A few songs later her exertion caught up with her and she found herself lying between her two huskies, Nanook and Adlet. Nanook, the russet, laid her head on the woman's shoulder while the grey, Adlet, rested his own on her thigh. Together they napped as the sun sank in the sky and the music from her portable speaker soothed them.

When she felt a disturbance in the atmosphere she lifted her head and looked around. The huskies stirred and stood, suddenly alert. Heckles rose and they stood before their mistress facing the direction of the threat.

The woman stood tall, her strong and slender body holding her proud and erect. Her red hair fell around her torso like a shield, thick and curly and marred with leaves and twigs from her run. She looked on with piercing amber eyes that were accentuated by her dark skin, deeply kissed by the sun.

Beyond the trees he stood frozen in place as he gazed upon her. She was miraculous.

More than he could have ever dreamt up.

His Soul Mate.

As he stepped forward into the clearing the huskies snarled and slowly advanced, matching him step for step. He looked down at them and then back up at the goddess before him. She was eyeing him curiously from head to toe, marveling at the feeling of magick that stood her hair on end. It covered her like an icy gust of wind, licking at her nerve endings and sending micro-shivers up and down her body.

His dark hair was long enough to reach his chin and swooped over to one side, framing his strong jaw and angular features. He was tall, impossibly tall, taller than she who stood at six feet, by near a foot. He was thin, but strong, straps of muscles wrapped his body like pythons from his broad shoulders down the severe taper of his torso.