#briaca

It started off just as a game of hide and seek. Something of child play between them. It spoke to both of their natures and instincts. He had called for her one day and it struck her to run. No real logic, just instinct to run. She had known that if she ran, he would chase her. It was in his nature as much as it was hers. Briaca was able to fly threw doors and hallways, summoning new rooms before she turned the handle. Briaca knew the keep and its hundreds of rooms well. Had made a bit of a hobby of knowing and she used that knowledge. Her body shifting forms here and there. A small sleek red fox in long stretches. The red bleeding out to black when the shadows to hide her. Flawlessly her body reformed as human as she reached the door and threw it open. Body shimmering again as she slipped through the portal.

Briaca knew that he could find her easily. Nothing could hide from the Master of the Wild Hunt. Nothing in Huntskeep could hide from it's master. Similar, he could use his control to chose to lock doors against her, which he did on occasion. Trying to yank a door open an it not budging was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Each time, causing her to scramble back through the door she had come through, or search for another one farther away. Not that he really needed such tricks and help, he was a master of hunt, able to track through nearly any situation.

Part of the game was the prize at the end. If he caught her, she would be his prey. Prey in which he could make his demands from. If she managed to surprise him, to catch him off guard, to trap him, she was the one that deserved a prize of her choosing. Her winning the game was rare but that was not the point. It was hard to say there was ever one real loser as it always benefited them both.

Cetch liked to dominate her in every way. To force her to submit to him even if he could take her by force. Nothing made her excited quite like the way he proved his strength and skill to her. Prove to his maleness, his prowess, his predator. The man that she called her mate had never disappointed her.

What had started out as just a spur of the moment decision and game, turned into a great stress relief for both of them. Her instincts were naturally both those of a predator and prey. Skilled in the hunt and survival, she could hunt those with less kill and ability than she had. At the same time, she knew there were far stronger predators out there that made her very much prey. She was opportunistic when there was an opportunity, or she felt the need to prove herself.

To run, to rely on her strength, to turn off the mundane  everyday thoughts and worries had turned into a great catharsis for her when it was her Hunter that was hunting her. And judging from his own edge of emotions, he felt the same way.

The hunt between them had gotten more and more intense each time. Once upon a time it had been only hide and seek. It had turned into much more when she drew her knife. He had caught her by surprise, it had been instinct. Honestly she didnt remember thinking about drawing the knife, it was suddenly in her hand and she had left a wicked line across his chest. The sight of blood had been enough to sober her, but fascinate her too.

He had snatched her up so fast, she had been a complete rag doll to him. Pinning her very female body against his very male body... Briaca had given him a perfect show of submission... after she had licked his wound...

After that, they had talked, theorized, fantasied. Adding more to the game. It had all been just a threat that became real.

The first time he she had failed to zag enough to miss his arrow, the pain had been an utter shock. Stumbling and falling, she didnt get up fast enough to run again. She had looked up at him in shock, maybe close to the same way that he had felt when she first drew her knife. Despite the arrow, she never feared him. He stopped her from taking the arrow out, it was her sentence for not being faster, not being better. By the time he fucked the sense from her pretty little head, her body pushed the arrow from her body.

It only took the one time to really learn.