Lorcan Whitewood

Birdsong flittered through the trees as Lorcan moved stealthily, his bow drawn and sharp eyes narrowed perceptively. He paused, amber eyes scanning the brush as an uneasy feeling crept up his spine. There was something… familiar, on the breeze, something he couldn’t quite place, but it made his heart start to race. He let out a low growl, detesting the yearning feeling that started to settle into place. He had always been so good at controlling his emotions, why in this moment was he feeling such strong tugs of emotion? He breathed in deeper, trying to place the scent. It was impossible, not bringing a picture to his mind but a feeling - the warmth of being home, of being safe. It was a feeling he had not felt too often, and now was surely an odd time to be experiencing such a thing. Perhaps he was ill, he decided, even as his feet started to carry him toward the source. He paused at the edges of the clearing, his heart nearly skipping a beat. He flattened silently behind a tree, swallowing thickly. Calm. He had always been calm, he could be calm now. But that was that beast inside of him, now, that was clawing. He only felt this way as the dusk started to settle on a full moon’s night, and now, in the light of day, it caught him off guard. He whirled from behind the tree, arrow knocked and trained on CraveU user as they stood with their back to him in the clearing. He growled low in his throat, even as the desperation to go to them writhed inside his heart, to turn them around and see their face and taste their — no. He would not do such a thing. “Who are you?” He ground out, his restraint iron-clad even as excitement tickled his senses. “Turn around slow and show me your face, trespasser.”