Torrential whimpered. Not that he would admit it, of course, because he was a Wolf, damn it all, and grown Wolves did not whimper. He was sixteen--a grown male.

Besides, it wasn't his fault that the brush he'd played in yesterday included some of those awful stinging nettles. He'd been too intent on the hare he'd been chasing.

To make matters worse, ( Read more... )

She had convinced Alabaster it was only a summer romance, a meaningless fling she'd had solely to get information. Yes, she'd let Torrential use her body, but she used sex like money.

He'd beaten her until she'd promised him, on pain of death, that she cared nothing for the German with whom she'd spent a good deal of the warmer months.

Ryn smiled to ( Read more... )

The grass was soft. It was soft and damp with morning dew, and the ground smelled nice, besides. He wiggled his toes, absorbing the sensation. It should have occurred to him before, for all he loved to play in the tall grass when he was a Wolf pup, but it simply hadn't.

"Amant?"

"Jo, Herzchen."

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to know why you ( Read more... )

"I just don't want you to get wet, Mäuschen. Can you find fault with me for trying to keep you dry?"

"Amant, there's barely enough room for me under there, much less both of us."

"Nonsense. And I don't want you catching cold." He wrapped one arm around Ryn's waist, pulling her as close as possible.

"I won't catch cold," Ryn protested weakly.  "Not ( Read more... )

"Your sister is a beautiful bride," Ryn said softly. Torrential smiled.

"Ah, Frieda. We thought she'd never get married. She is always so concerned with making sure Mama is cared for."

"The duty isn't hers alone. Besides, it's June. It would be a crime for her not to be a summer bride."

"Yes. And the gods have blessed their union." He put his mouth ( Read more... )

mow Archaic .

-noun
1. a wry or derisive grimace.

and now, the drabble:

Torrent did his very best not to laugh at the expression on Ryn's face. First, it was a look of absolute horror. Horror was quickly replaced with disgust, then pity laced with mockery. It was all he could do to keep a straight face and not further insult Ryn's already offended ( Read more... )

"I brought you a gift." Ryn looked up, shocked to see Torrential. First, he shouldn't even be in the Pyre compound. Secondly, he was covered in blood and grinning like a maniac. Third, she didn't want him to see her as she was, still bruised and sore from Alabaster's beating.

"Amant, you can't--" He cut her off with a kiss and placed something on ( Read more... )

"I'm in bed with the laziest male in the world," Ryn commented when he laid one arm across her waist. Torrent cracked one eye open.
"If you're in bed, too, you must be pretty lazy yourself." His words were muffled, his face squashed against a pillow.
"Knitting. Not lazy. Productive." She turned the heel on the sock she was making. It was definitely ( Read more... )

"There's Thor's hammer...and there, Mother Frigga sits spinning yarn."  Ryn smiled to herself, happy to lie in the grass with him, soaking up the sunlight and listen as he found shapes in the clouds. "And there, see Herzchen?, a piece of the Rainbow Bridge."

She rolled to her side, molding against his form. "The sky is the most perfect shade of ( Read more... )

Ryn laughed as lightning flashed and thunder cracked. Torrent swung her around. Their clothes were soaked through, but he'd finally caught her. There was nothing better than a playful lover's chase, no matter the weather ( Read more... )