Her Nature

|Chapter 2|

The beast continued to circle me, heavy paws beat the earth slowly in time with my heart beat. I was calm. Pine caressed my skin sending tingles up my arms and down my torso. In a haze, my hooded eyes lazily followed his movements. A wild in its prime, masculine glory. What a sight.

Smaller and closer he traced the circle. Caging me in, forcing me to shrink. To submit. My head was light and woozy from the heavenly smell, so...wild.

I swayed on my foundation, reaching out to grasp just one lock of fur. The ground ate away at my vision as I neared it. I felt weightless falling through the air and my impending crash did nothing to break the feeling. A soft smile graced my lips.

I was light again, lighter than ever.

The crash was solid and furry. I tangled my fingers in his grey fur, so soft. My head rested against his shoulder blades, so broad. Tingles bombard my body as we made full contact. Warm and secure on the heated fur, he ran.

My eyes closed feeling every wind and every shift in his muscles as he ran. I was floating through the trees faster than my feet can take me.

I didn't reach the stop as a darkness blanketed my mind pulling me out of consciousness.

Peeling my eyelids open, white walls greeted me. My back ached from the lumpy mattress I rested on and my head was pounding.

Sitting up, lightheadedness attacked me. When it cleared, I scanned the room for water. A glass cup was placed to my lips and I discreetly sniff it before my head tilted back to accept the cold spring.

I gulped it down to remedy my dry throat. "Good water, thank you," an appreciation drifted from my dry lips.  My wrist dragged above my top lip to clear the lingering water.

A deep voice clouded my ears, "You're welcome..." he trailed off in question.

"Aura," I offered.

"Yes. You're welcome Aura. Nice name, who chose, your mother or your father?" he cracked a smile. "You know, you're not a very cautious person, I could've given you anything in that cup." He said matter of factly while his smile morphed into a smirk and his arms crossed his chest. Taking note of his extra confidence, I fired up a retort.

"I could very well smell that it was clean, don't be so full of yourself." I spoke nonchalantly.  His smirk faltered, "Touché."

"But thank you, I'm not sure who had that pleasure," making sure not to give up any clues. I wonder who named me. It seems feminine so maybe my mother. Hell, for all I know it could have been a sibling. Did I have one?

I wonder if their dark locks match mine. If it was a boy, his would be cut short on his head while my wild curls tumbled down my back. A sister would probably have the same as me. Would we share the same hazel eyes? My eyebrows are tailored thin, but I can imagine my brother's to be bushy and possibly attached in the middle. Something I could always tease him about.

My high cheekbones and a thin nose wouldn't match his short, thick nose. I'd have my mother's nose and he'd have our father's. Both of us could cut paper with our sharp jawlines, but my plump red lips outshined his pale pink lips.

We would both have athletic builds, but he'd be a head taller and bit wider than me in muscle. A smile would always brighten his features as he chased me around the house. His laughter would rival my excited squeals before mother stopped us.

Eyes tracing her body. What did she look like? What about father? Did I even have a brother?

I shook my head and shoved the ideas to the back of my mind. "Are you okay?" He stepped closer, but I held my hand up to stop him.