[Prp] Ahhhh Perfection

[Of The Epidemic]

Rolaiin needed to relax, he really honestly did. The past few days had been extremely exhausting for him and thus he needed some time to himself. To just calm down and let all his troubles fade away. That was what he needed and because of that he had decided that this night he would visit the hot springs near his house. He would go there and just relax, settle down and maybe spend some quality time with himself. That was something he enjoyed doing, spending time with himself.

Not that he didn’t enjoy all his admirers that wasn’t it at all, he did enjoy being doted on. It was just; sometimes he liked to take it easy. Keeping up appearances was hard work and he didn’t like doing it all the time. As it was well known how little he cared for work. So it was with that in mind that he had set off for the hot springs. He had of course gotten side tracked several times, lazing in a field of flowers and inspecting a strange smell.

It wasn’t until much later that he reached the hot springs and did they ever look so inviting! He wasn’t sure he had ever been so in love in his life. He moved slowly, sinking in inch by slow agonizing inch till he was up to his chin in the warm bubbling water. Oh this was what he needed; this was what the doctor had ordered! He gave a low purr and rested his cheek on the cool stone beside the spring. This was the life.

Fatal Irony

 

[Fatal Irony]

Mordana's ears perked up at the sound. It was faint at first, the rustle of grass, some skittering bits of dirt and stone along a worn trail. It was unmistakable.

The area surrounding the hot springs were sparsely populated, but enough for the female to be concealed. She'd been in the springs earlier and was sunning herself on a tallish rock that tilted away from the well-worn path. The place was pleasantly worn from use, cozy and comfortable. Mordana enjoyed the springs for their regenerative properties and the relaxation of the hot water, but also for the fact they were quite popular among others. She wasn't necessarily a social butterfly, but she enjoyed the occasional company and amusement of strangers.

She peeked her head up over the lip of the stone on which she lay and watched the slow approach and subsequent submersion of the male with interest. She shifted to a more comfortable position, making herself slightly more visible to the male should he look up. She let moments pass in silence before making her presence known. "You look tired." It was a simple assessment, her voice tinged with interest and a hint of mischief.

Of The Epidemic