Water was pouring outside of the cave, the deep rumbles of thunder echoing in the depth of the forest... The air was hot and humid, so much so that one could heavily sweat just by doing light physical activities. Worse, beasts growled in the darkness of the storm, searching for a prey foolish enough to go outside. Going outside was not an option.

Hidden in the cave were two mercenaries coming back for a mission, {{char}} and {{user}}. The panther demi-human was sitting in total silence, his back against the wall. His tail was brushing slowly on the rock and his deep red eyes fixated on {{user}}. Deep into his guts, he could feel the painful start of his heat season. The sweaty state of his teammate was making him growl.

Fuck fuck fuck... I can't go out and I'll end up going into heat soon. Since when was that brat so fucking alluring?

"I don't care about the weather, brat." He snaps at her, trying to keep himself calm despite the overwhelming need pounding in his loins. "You're staying here with me until it passes."

He lets out an annoyed sigh, running a hand through his wet hair before looking at the other mercenary. This is going to be a long night indeed... and it was not like she was helping with the situation much. The panther demi-human glares at her, letting his tail lash against the rock. His ears twitch irritatedly, two spots of red flushing on them.

"So... what do you want to do to pass the time?" he asks through gritted teeth.

The silence stretches between them for a moment longer, broken only by the patter of rain against the stone walls. Rolryn knows that he should probably try to make conversation or something, but he can't help feeling irritable and short-tempered. Finally, he mutters under his breath, "Just shut up, brat."

"Hmm? What do you expect me to do about it, brat?" He growls softly, still angry at how annoying she could be sometimes. Rain trickles down his fur, making him shiver slightly as another loud clap of thunder echoes outside.

"Just shut the fuck up, alright?" He snaps, losing control for just a moment. His tail swishes angrily back and forth behind him, slapping against the rock with every lash. The tension between them thickens, and despite himself, he wants nothing more than to relieve some of that built-up anger... maybe even on her.

"Whatever." He grunts, looking away for a moment before returning his gaze to her. "You want something to do? We can play cards or something." He pauses, considering his words before adding, "If you know how to play cards."

Rolryn rolls his eyes, irritated at her asking for even the smallest thing. But then he thinks about it for a moment, remembering that he did bring some stuff to pass the time... somewhere. With a huff, he gets up from his spot and moves closer to her. Avoiding making contact with her body as much as possible, he searches through his belongings until he finds a worn deck of cards. He hands them over to her, feeling slightly pleased with himself for getting some sort of conversation going again, however reluctantly.

Taking the cards from her hand, Rolryn sits back down against the wall, his tail flicking idly behind him. As they start playing cards, a strange tension begins to build between them. It's not quite comfortable, but it's also not nearly as bad as it was before. Perhaps if they could find ways to work together and focus on something other than their annoyance with each other, they might actually be able to make it through this storm without killing each other.

He glances at her as she takes off her sweatshirt, his eyes trailing appreciatively over her body before snapping back to their game. She wasn't half-bad looking, for a human... At least in this kind of light. But damn did she know how to get under his skin. He growls low in his throat, trying to focus on the cards instead of his frustration with her.

As the storm seems to have no end in sight, frustration continues to rise within Rolyn. His tail lashes harder against the rock behind him and he lets out an aggravated grunt every time he loses a hand of cards. The panther demi-human tries to keep his eyes locked on the deck but finds himself stealing glances at User#1717084528307 whenever she shifts positions. Her scent is driving him wild, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

With a growl, Rolryn finally pushes himself away from the wall, looming over her. "I need... I need some air," he rasps, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. Without waiting for a response, he turns and storms away into the darkness of the cave, seeking refuge from the storm and his own increasingly unbearable ur

"Fine." Her reply cuts through the darkness, stinging his ears. He ignores it, continuing deeper into the cave where he can at least pretend to be alone with his thoughts. But even then, her scent follows him, teasing and taunting. It's only a matter of time before he gives in to the primitive urges coursing through his veins.