<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xNEhQ6X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Raynor Nordskov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14677798#msg14677798)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 ¼ | Hornbeam | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Ray's Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sudden Fire<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> LVNDVN - Dragon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpHRj2f4RAU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bambi – Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Raynor laid back, allowing her to traverse his room freely. Her position in front permitted him an arousing view of her backside, and that view was one he shamelessly devoured. Just like it had done to her hips, Bambi's dress hugged her ass in a sensational fashion serving to alight the Nord's passionate imagination further. He wanted to touch it, to hold it, just like he had done earlier, but now what he wanted most was to tear the fabric apart until nothing remained but Bambi's naked and defenseless body. She should be bare and vulnerable to his every touch, his every whim, and his every animalistic craving right down to their finest details.<br/><br/>His heart settled down, not beating heavily as when he first kissed her on the balcony. Experience had sharpened his senses and his mind, granting an ability to overcome the intensity of nerves. It had been a long time since he felt like this, but he did not fear the feeling. This electric sensation of uncontrollable delight was as Bambi described. Exhilarating. He embraced the excitement like an old flame, remembering its contours and curves, the way it enveloped him entirely. But, Raynor recognized there were newer and foreign characteristics to this reemergence of his powerful desire. There was lust, yes. There was passion, also true. There was also something new. Something more.<br/><br/>A burning of nostalgia ached at his very bones when she touched the record player, and he could already hear the music from his memories. They shared moments then, and they were sharing a new one now under entirely different circumstances.<br/><br/>When she turned to face him, beckoning him to come to her, he at first went. But, Raynor stopped, only closing their gap halfway. "That's a good book." Raynor said. "The Writings of Knos. He was a traveling wizard who wrote about everything he observed and experienced." Raynor declined to mention that a section of the book was dedicated to erotic bedroom positioning. Something like a magical Kama Sutra.<br/><br/>"He talks about this feeling, the one you're feeling right now. He called it the 'sudden fire'." At the phrase, Raynor drew his wand. It was a long wand made of Hornbeam, thick and unbending. Comparatively speaking, it was considerably larger than most contemporary wands. And, adding to its unusual appearance was the Elder Futhark inscribed into the wood. Raynor did the carvings himself, feeling that the runes protected him, and also reminded him of home and who he was.<br/><br/>Raynor swished his hand, casting a wordless spell, and the fireplace came to life with a hearty, crackling fire.<br/><br/>"I know the feeling well." Raynor said, agreeing with Bambi's descriptive sentiments. "Like there was quiet in a lonely room, and then there was noise; warm and whole." He regarded her wolfishly then, gesturing the point of his wand in her direction. "But this sudden fire is different for me. Different from everything I've ever felt. I feel like I'm being pulled, and I cannot stop the force. And, I don't want to."<br/><br/>With another voiceless charm, Raynor cast magic, this time on Bambi. The target was not her, but her dress. One strap glided softly over her skin, dropping down past her shoulder. The other strap soon followed in the same vain. "I need to see what I'm being pulled toward." He was hungry. "All of it." Ravenous, and that starving fire within would not be satisfied until he claimed what he craved: her. "All of you." He continued, and peeled Bambi's dress further down, his desire rising as the fabric was falling, cooing sensuously across the expanse of her flesh with a whispered promise that he could seize her and have her in whatever way he wanted.