Not long after B’rihnn and Yazka’s first intimate evening in the woods at their hunting camp, a few days pass and B’rihnn leaves Tailfeather to venture on one of his suspicious monthly lone-wolf outings. In his curiosity and defiance, Yazka decides to follow him in the shadows, learning about the purple-haired miqo’te’s most closely guarded secret and risking his life in the process.

WRITER’S NOTE:

Writing is in RP format between Tashi/Khian & Cillian.

🤎 - Yazka: Tashi/Khian

💜 - Rihnn: Cillian

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Yazka was thankful that he could occupy himself in Rihnn’s kitchen with preparing him a simple meal to enjoy later. He grew up in a family where offering food or refreshments to hurt or sad friends or family members was the most normal and affectionate thing. That’s why that had been the first thing that came to his mind when he had entered Rihnn’s cabin. His home. As silly as the question must have seemed to him, Yazka couldn’t help it and now that he thought about it, it just showed him once again how close he regarded that purple-haired stubborn man already.

As he quietly left the cabin he shortly looked over to Rihnn sleeping on the couch. Yazka was just glad that he found some rest, and a bit forcefully pulled his gaze away from the exhausted other Miqo’te to walk back to Tailfeather and his own cold little room. Or limp, rather, because he felt his leg buggering him again. The deep gashes the claws of the bear had left on his lower leg still bled whenever he moved it too much. Yazka wasn’t fond of the thought of very likely having to stick to his room most of time in the coming days, but the last thing he wanted was to get those cuts infected, or make the healing process unnecessarily long.

The blond was lucky that about two days later he could definitely feel the cuts closing and slowly healing nicely. But he didn’t have this luck regarding his mind and dreams, being plagued by the sight of this monstrosity; its huge arms, claws and fangs, its distorted frightening sounds whenever Yazka tried to ease himself into sleep or a nap.

Every time he felt cold. And frightened. He dreamt of darkness. Of ice and snow. And shadows lurking in the distance ready to grab him by the throat. He saw himself lying there under the remnants of the wooden building in that old camp he had found, cowered to the ground like that wounded animal that he had been. Such easy prey with his torn open leg. No chance to flee. What bothered him the most and even got him angry was when he thought of the green eyes of that monster. Those beady eyes that had frightened him to death. He refused to connect them to Rihnn, even if he knew they were the very same.