A thick, humid breeze made Laxus si

A thick, humid breeze made Laxus sigh as he walked down a wooded path. Since Gramps had kicked him out he'd been wandering around Fiore. He wasn't looking for enlightenment or a way to redeem himself. He just felt like, out in the wild, he'd finally get to know who he really was. Recently, though, he'd found himself longing for another human's affections.

Affection was a strong word. It was more like another body writhing under him while he took his fill. He knew this feeling, like a tsunami building in the ocean before crashing on shore. The Dragon's Mating season was upon him and he was completely alone in the middle of nowhere. It was the first time he'd been alone for it before and it was slowly driving him insane. He knew sometime during the upcoming night the need would be unbearable unless he found a partner to spend the night with, but he didn't really have a choice at this point.

With a sigh, he strayed off the path to find a clear spot in the foliage to make a makeshift camp.

He felt so charged with energy that desperately needed to be released. He found himself snapping branches loudly and kicking things out of his way angrily. When he finally had his tent set up and his duffel bag under his head, he felt wide awake. His eyes travelled over the fabric of his canopy furiously, as if it's existence was why he was so angry.

He didn't know how long he lay just staring, seething at his inability to sleep, when the wind suddenly shifted to allow the humid breeze to waft into his shelter. His sensitive nose caught up on a scent lingering on the wind that made his skin prickle with excitement and his canines extend. He knew this scent well though he couldn't pinpoint whose it was. It had to be someone from Fairy Tail but it was still too foreign to be someone he knew well, like Bixlow or Freed or Evergreen.

A growl escaped his lips as he felt the muscles in his body tighten at the prospect of either a good fight or a good fucking and he pushed himself off the rough ground to follow the scent. Soon, he approached a rocky alcove that relented into a clear pond. He was close to the scent's origin and he stalked closer, noticing a figure in the water.