NEW: Abel

 

The boy stood as still as a sapling without a breeze - the pulse on his neck the only outward betrayal of his living status. Inside however, he was unmissably alive. His head - awash with the harsh awareness of rising need, laced with pain. The trees around him were aware of his presence, aware of his silence, even more aware of his guiding need.

Abel shifted his weight to one bony hip as he swung his body slowly around - arms outstretched, his naked feet sliding through the blanket of dead wet leaves. He sniffed deeply as he turned, his raised face extending and gifting his pale vulnerable throat. He was sharp, aware - but there were sharper creatures than himself - waiting.

He settled once again, standing - knees locked as he took in a deep breath, one of the deepest he could muster. He cocked his head, smirked. He stared in front of him, his eyes wide and glazed. He smelt, in the distance, the aroma of glistening sweat, sensed the shaking of a slim ankle, heard the heavy thump of a quickening pulse.

He was ready. He opened his mouth wide - like the first primal yawn of creation - his teeth clear, clean, white, glistening with the mucus of the coming. He extended his tongue so that he could bring up a guttural groan from his loins. His body itched all over, festered, strobed - he was in heat, in need, in ecstatic pain. With a cloud of dead leaves, the boy sprinted towards his goal, his naked body glistening in the darkening sun.