Well, I guess I'm BACK INTO BUSINESS, BABY!

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Annotiation: For a long time I've been planning this, so I hope there's a lot of people who likes Elfquest and fan-fiction :D I don't know how many chapters I'm planning on, but I'll keep you updated :D

Playlist: Made to Last ~ Semisonic; Villains ~ The Verve Pipe; Lullaby ~ Pan's Labyrinth; Empty House ~ Air (The Virgin Suicides)

Moonshade.

I stared across the holt to look at him. He wasn't looking back. It hurt me more than I would have thought. But it was mostly my pride. Strongbow. Why didn't he want to look me in the eye? Besides Bearclaw and Joyleaf, I was the only one who really cared for him. And he just his cool exterior, never showing that he even cared, if he ever cared. I was insignificant to him.

I began to tan the skins from the animals that my tribe had killed. It smelled a bit, but I had gotten used to the smell. I remember when I stood close to Strongbow. He smelled so good. Old leather, a hint of sweat, and the smell of trees. Even though I know that Strongbow hates being pestered, I pestered him a little bit about that he had to get new robes. He would just grunt and turn away.

*Strongbow, where are you going?* I sent to him. He didn't even glance my way, or replied at all to that. I know that he hates talking. And I have never heard him say a word. I have sometimes heard him saying some noises, like sighing, grunting and gasping when he was exhausted, or if he got surprised, which he never did, of course. He was just so fascinating. Never saying a word, and never abandoning friends. It's weird how I've started noticing things about him. I have always been neutral around him. He just seemed to be angry with me, or even hate me sometimes. Lately it's just been worse, and the feelings I would get when he looked angrily at me, was so hurtful and heart-wrenching. He never sent to me, and me only. He only sent to me when it was a commune sending to the tribe.

I looked dreamily down at my hands. I had plan to tan all day, and sew a bit perhaps. But now he was in my head. All the time actually since yesterday. I felt reckless and restless. I got up, not exactly knowing where to go to, but only knowing that I wanted to see him. Well, not just to see him, but also to feel him under my skin, smell the weird scents rolling of his body in waves, hearing his words in my head. I sat up, and began to wander mindlessly around. Something drew me to the forest where Strongbow had went in. Or more like something drew me to Strongbow.

I walked for a while, trying to eye him. I saw him, and couldn't help but smiling. It felt like there was a surge of warmth that went through me. I wanted to go over to him and embrace him, but I knew that he wouldn't be fond of that. So I stalked soundlessly over to him. In the dim sunlight I saw his muscles flex. He had heard me, and turned around with his bow ready to shoot. I looked at his bow, afraid. Something inside me moved, searching to be closer to him, more than just bodies.

I gazed up at him. And gasped.

*Wyl!*

Strongbow.

Couldn't she just leave me alone? Why did she have to pester me all the time. And the last couple of days, it seems to have gotten worse. But I hypocritically have also pestered her. Or more like stalk her. Even though my contempt for her was strong, because she was so young, so naïve, I didn't want to have anything much to do with her. But that changed all of a sudden. When I quickly stalked out in the deeper part of the forest, where it feels like the trees are moaning, breathing, and the wind whispering at the crown of them. And I was so afraid of the need to stalk her. What did it all mean? When I say stalk, it's more like what happened yesterday.

I can't sleep. I lie in my part of the father tree, staring out of the hole to my chamber, if you could call it that. The light outside had a weird colour. It reminded me of Moonshade's eyes. Moonshade. I stood up and climbed out of my chamber. And Climbing into hers. In her chamber, there were a lot of furs, so it was hard to precise where she was. I found her, because she was moaning and whimpering in sleep. I dared myself to touch her creamy, silk skin. It made me shutter at the touch. She stirred in her sleep. I looked around, afraid if there should be anyone from the tribe watching me. But there was none. All were asleep. I undressed, until I was naked. Then I slid under her covers, carefull not to touch her, so that she might wake up. But I couldn't hold me to myself. Desire was burning in my body, but I didn't want to get up. Or more like I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I touched her. Touched her back, caressing it, appreciating the smoothness of it. My hands went careful over her curves, which felt much more mature than she looked like usually. My hands caressed and tightened in her hair. So soft like feeling the river softly pass through your fingers. She stirred even more. I moved away, afraid to be caught in this act. She moaned. And then she moaned again. She moaned my name. I flinched and got up. I grabbed my clothes, careful not to leave traces from my visit. I staggered out of her room, my breath caught in my throat. Tears threatening to come forth. I went in to my chamber and hid under my covers, until I was so exhausted that I slept.

I looked for animals. It wasn't like we needed meat. But I needed to get had tried to get eye contact with me, but I didn't even bother glancing at her. I saw a deer, but it was cubs, so I didn't want to shoot it. I passed other animals, too. But I didn't wan to kill them. Everything in my head was spinning. I closed my eyes, trying hard to block the images from the last night. Then I heard something making noises behind me. I tensed ready to kill if it were a human, who was trying to kill me. I had to be fast.

I spun around, and saw Moonshade. I looked at her, taking in her body. Wanting to be close to her, if not closer. She had long brown boots on, that made her legs look long. And where they ended, I could see her smooth, silky skin that I had touched. I gazed at her skirt, that was so short, that you could easily push it up and… I distracted myself from the dreamy images in my head by looking at her flat stomach, the curves of her hips, and then to her chest, which was caught in a shirt that was so small, that it made her breasts look huge, but not too huge. They weren't big, but they weren't small either. They were a good hand-size. I looked at her throat, how her pulses were pumping blood fast, and then on to her chin, which were square, but very feminine. Her hair seemed to be dancing in the wind, waving and curling. But then I met her eyes.

She gasped, and I felt like I was suffocating, being drowned by them.

*Wyl!* she sent to me. It pierced me. She was connected to me. A part of me. A part of my soul. I felt an urge. One, which I rarely encounter on. Lust. The desire to mate. To just forget about everything around me, and make her be mine. Bow under to all carnal desires. But I won't. I won't make love, even though in this state, to a girl, who's really nothing worth, besides being pretty, and making all the tribes clothing.

And it was mine! My soul! I don't want to share it with someone like her.

She reached her hand out, as begging me to end this already suffocating lust. To make us unreachable for this world. Unattainable.

I felt the urge luring me to take her. But I didn't want to.

And then it happened.

I fled.

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