[Everwood Hunting Ground - Dust]<br/><br/>Vianna either did not notice or did not mind as Dust looked her over, but given she was poring over a series of papers it could be suspected at least that it was in truth the former rather than the latter.  "The Everwood border is one bell from the city walls, the camp is a mere handful of minutes in from there."  She replied absently.  "We shouldn't have to stop, and if we are beset by a monster no amount of defensibility is likely to save us, you will likely wish to disembark to retain proper mobility and keep the monster from damaging the wagon itself too badly.  If possible, you should drive the monster off rather than killing or disabling, though if you have traps then capturing the creature will suffice."<br/><br/><br/>[The Ancestral Steppes - Sonya]<br/><br/>There were only a few hunters in the camp as Sonya returned, and those that were there were either nursing wounds or packing resources into a cart to make their way back to the city proper.  None of them seemed to notice anything untoward of Sonya's appearance, though the more diminutive felynes gave her a couple of odd looks and -given the opportunity- one of them pulled her aside to offer her a spot downriver where she could bathe and wash away the smell the Seltas had left on her in privacy.  "Humans can't tell nya, but we Felynes have sharper noses.  I'm sorry your hunt went so poorly-Nya..."<br/><br/>That option aside, Sonya could wait for another hunter to make their way out and tag along, she could set out once more herself (perhaps after a little bit of rest if so desired) or she could make her way back to Val Habar and see if there were any other missions to investigate...<br/><br/><br/>[The Primal Forests - Kaze]<br/><br/>The air around the Rathian was tingling, and Kaze was dimly aware of that same flickering purple light tracing little trails over his skin out of nowhere.  There was a faint scent to it, like cinnamon, but tinged rotten by something Kaze couldn't name, and the Rathian's claws rose and fell, rose and fell, but while they traced little lines of sensation like white fire over his skin he didn't feel like he was dying, if anything, she was moving down, splitting the leather of his belt to part his faulds and turning the padding and undergarments beneath those into so many scraps of cloth and hide...<br/><br/><i>Just how long was she planning to take before she killed him?</i><br/><br/>Then there was another thought, one that noticed that despite the Rathian's feral and frenzied behavior she seemed eager for something, grinning madly down at him...  What had been seen as a flush of anger could easily be a flush of something else, and while her strikes seemed not to care whether she injured Kaze in little ways, she could easily have killed him by going for his exposed face or joints.  A thought that noticed how the Rathian was rocking her hips back and forth as she tore at his armor, that noticed a gleam of wetness where she straddled him, and felt a teasing pressure as she ground her womanhood against his thigh.  A thought that gained in strength as she halted, eyes widening  and fixed upon Kaze' cock as it came into view.<br/><br/><i>What if she didn't want to kill him at all?</i><br/><br/>And through all that, he could feel -whether he wanted it or not- a heat rising inside him, crawling over his skin as he had been unable but to inhale the black dust swirling around the wyvern girl as well...  Perhaps what was affecting her was beginning to affect him too?