Owen’s senses were acutely attuned to the environment around him. His environment. He knew every rock, tree branch, wandering animal, and water source in what he considered his ‘home range.’ The home range in his mind extended much farther than the invisible legal boundaries that marked out the plot of land the Hart ranch sat on in Yellowstone.
His sense of what was his was so exact that he could always pinpoint when something - or someone - new arrived. Whether that be the scent of a new deer wandering into the periphery that his nose could capture. A car passing along the highway that ran east of the property. Or tourists wandering off the trails in the woods.
Something rather strange was bombarding him from where he worked repairing a fence at the far end of the backyard. A car had pulled up to the main house but that wasn’t the problem. It was who stepped out of the car that was the problem. There were two of them. Female, mid to late twenties, smelling like airplanes and car leather, but there was something else. He turned his face towards the breeze that brought their scent more strongly to him.
What was that? One of them smelled aromatic but somehow edible in an earthy spice kind of way. He had never smelled a natural scent so attractive before and immediately put down his tools to investigate who it belonged to.
Before Owen reached the two new arrivals, his mother had banged open the screen door and was proceeding to greet the women loudly with her arms held out like the welcoming mother she was.
“You must be Maeve and Julianna.” She gushed as she moved towards the edge of the porch. Her hands went playfully to her hips. “Now which is the bride?” Ishara bent somewhat as if to get a look at who had a ring on. “Must be this young lady, which means you must be Julianna. Congratulations! I bet you are just so excited!”
Owen thought he was being subtle hanging around at the side of the house and fiddling with the hose that was coiled in the grass there as if he were doing something with it. He peaked up every now and again, eyes seeking the woman whose scent had drawn him from a several football fields away.
Julianna his mother had called her, the one with the intoxicating smell. Another of her brides no doubt scoping the place out for her future wedding. His heart sank some and it was accompanied by a kind of restlessness need creeping into his spine. It made the hairs on his arms stand. He shoved that familiar feeling down and continued to loiter nearby.
“I’m Ishara...welcome to the Hart Ranch.” his mother meanwhile was saying. “Owen!” She called to him. “Owen! Come meet my new clients.”
Owen froze at his fake task and closed his eyes cursing his mother for exposing him. After a moment, he dropped the hose and rose to his feet.
“Well potential clients that is.” She giggled and waved her hand in an urgent scooping motion at him to get him to come over to them. “That’s my youngest.” She said proudly to the girls as her son approached.
Owen’s hands were stuffed down into the pockets of his stained work jeans. A blue flannel shirt flapped open over a not-as-stained white v-neck t-shirt. He gave the girls a curt nod. “Hi there.” His eyes lingered longer on the curious-smelling woman named Julianna. She was a small woman with slightly mussed hair, he assumed, from napping or the car window having been down for the ride.
Attractive too. An understatement in describing how he felt upon approaching which was nothing short of an almost irresistible gravitational type pull towards her. He felt sort of overwhelmed by her smell being that close. His insides ached with need.
To what? He wondered. Shift? He couldn’t gauge why he was feeling that way. He had shifted just that morning why already?
“He’s not one for words.” Ishara chimed in after a moment of awkward silence as her son stared at the bride as if she were some sort of new species. “Come on inside. Can I get ya’ something to drink?”
Owen thought he was dismissed and turned to leave the porch but his mother’s voice reached out to him again. “You too honey, don’t be shy. These girls won’t bite.”
His sense of what was his was so exact that he could always pinpoint when something - or someone - new arrived. Whether that be the scent of a new deer wandering into the periphery that his nose could capture. A car passing along the highway that ran east of the property. Or tourists wandering off the trails in the woods.
Something rather strange was bombarding him from where he worked repairing a fence at the far end of the backyard. A car had pulled up to the main house but that wasn’t the problem. It was who stepped out of the car that was the problem. There were two of them. Female, mid to late twenties, smelling like airplanes and car leather, but there was something else. He turned his face towards the breeze that brought their scent more strongly to him.
What was that? One of them smelled aromatic but somehow edible in an earthy spice kind of way. He had never smelled a natural scent so attractive before and immediately put down his tools to investigate who it belonged to.
Before Owen reached the two new arrivals, his mother had banged open the screen door and was proceeding to greet the women loudly with her arms held out like the welcoming mother she was.
“You must be Maeve and Julianna.” She gushed as she moved towards the edge of the porch. Her hands went playfully to her hips. “Now which is the bride?” Ishara bent somewhat as if to get a look at who had a ring on. “Must be this young lady, which means you must be Julianna. Congratulations! I bet you are just so excited!”
Owen thought he was being subtle hanging around at the side of the house and fiddling with the hose that was coiled in the grass there as if he were doing something with it. He peaked up every now and again, eyes seeking the woman whose scent had drawn him from a several football fields away.
Julianna his mother had called her, the one with the intoxicating smell. Another of her brides no doubt scoping the place out for her future wedding. His heart sank some and it was accompanied by a kind of restlessness need creeping into his spine. It made the hairs on his arms stand. He shoved that familiar feeling down and continued to loiter nearby.
“I’m Ishara...welcome to the Hart Ranch.” his mother meanwhile was saying. “Owen!” She called to him. “Owen! Come meet my new clients.”
Owen froze at his fake task and closed his eyes cursing his mother for exposing him. After a moment, he dropped the hose and rose to his feet.
“Well potential clients that is.” She giggled and waved her hand in an urgent scooping motion at him to get him to come over to them. “That’s my youngest.” She said proudly to the girls as her son approached.
Owen’s hands were stuffed down into the pockets of his stained work jeans. A blue flannel shirt flapped open over a not-as-stained white v-neck t-shirt. He gave the girls a curt nod. “Hi there.” His eyes lingered longer on the curious-smelling woman named Julianna. She was a small woman with slightly mussed hair, he assumed, from napping or the car window having been down for the ride.
Attractive too. An understatement in describing how he felt upon approaching which was nothing short of an almost irresistible gravitational type pull towards her. He felt sort of overwhelmed by her smell being that close. His insides ached with need.
To what? He wondered. Shift? He couldn’t gauge why he was feeling that way. He had shifted just that morning why already?
“He’s not one for words.” Ishara chimed in after a moment of awkward silence as her son stared at the bride as if she were some sort of new species. “Come on inside. Can I get ya’ something to drink?”
Owen thought he was dismissed and turned to leave the porch but his mother’s voice reached out to him again. “You too honey, don’t be shy. These girls won’t bite.”
Bitch, I'm limited edition.
The following 1 user Likes saronym's post: megs
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-11-2017, 08:48 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-11-2017, 08:50 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-19-2017, 06:17 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-19-2017, 09:16 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-19-2017, 11:51 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-20-2017, 12:32 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-20-2017, 12:51 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-20-2017, 01:17 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-21-2017, 10:38 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-21-2017, 02:45 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-25-2017, 09:59 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-26-2017, 02:07 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-30-2017, 02:48 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-30-2017, 10:19 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 08-05-2017, 07:46 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 08-08-2017, 05:45 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 08-13-2017, 06:41 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 08-13-2017, 08:23 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 08-26-2017, 05:25 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 08-27-2017, 02:25 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 08-30-2017, 06:56 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-02-2017, 02:51 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-04-2017, 09:49 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-05-2017, 03:38 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-05-2017, 06:39 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-06-2017, 04:56 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-08-2017, 04:00 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-09-2017, 11:52 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-10-2017, 10:44 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-14-2017, 12:33 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-15-2017, 11:05 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 09-29-2017, 04:45 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 10-01-2017, 12:59 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 10-02-2017, 07:00 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 10-02-2017, 08:38 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 10-19-2017, 06:57 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 11-22-2017, 02:10 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 12-28-2017, 11:00 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 01-04-2018, 11:15 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 01-05-2018, 05:51 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 01-10-2018, 05:16 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 02-18-2018, 03:09 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 02-18-2018, 10:31 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 03-25-2018, 09:15 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 04-02-2018, 12:06 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 06-25-2018, 10:26 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 05-17-2018, 02:40 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 06-27-2018, 04:38 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 07-22-2018, 07:12 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 07-28-2018, 05:03 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 08-23-2018, 10:48 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 08-30-2018, 03:55 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 09-29-2018, 11:20 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 10-07-2018, 01:12 AM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 10-16-2018, 09:42 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 05-07-2019, 01:47 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 01-06-2019, 02:40 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 05-08-2019, 04:58 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by saronym - 11-18-2019, 02:41 PM
RE: Remote Capture [Closed] - by megs - 01-10-2020, 06:00 PM