[AW]  Miss Me So Bad

Astarte

5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
It had been a full year since. But Nirdia was all the same. It's vibration as vibrant as ever- the magick just as strong. Nothing ever dull here, she felt centered. Peaceful.. and probably calmed by the flowers that now surrounded her strong but dainty body. Matching amongst the blossom like a flower herself,- perched in the meadow while sunlight drafted over the horizon afar. Occasional rays running past her rose pelt. Warming her as she drank down the last bit of sunrays, her aura seething a soft, subtle glow.

It was in moments like this where she grounded, and found herself. Grateful to be home. Her familiar often times away but sure enough, watching. Independent nature of the two rather suiting, as here, she preferred some time to herself. Astarte's glowing fuchsia orbs glanced around and forward, as she breathed calmly, her nostrils adoring the scent of the magical flowers.

"Oh Lucien, dear, are you seeing this?" She murmured then sighed in relief, her voice having gotten deeper since last year. Her adulthood flourishing and all of her blooming with perfect, poised maturity.


 
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Vorona

6 y/o xlarge Male
Krasota, Female Corvus Hybrid
"You know, I've heard sunlight is bad for those of paler flesh,"  A hushed baritone voice, a dark masculine figure, both in which found themselves above her shoulder without a hint of sound. He stood alongside the dame, motionless in his approach; and though he was unannounced, there was no notion on his face that said he gave a damn if he'd frightened his new company. Vorona was an ornery bastard, but many found his actions to be charming or at the least, alluring. He never knew why, nor did he care to ask, as he only wasted time on people and things that pulled in his interest, and the lovely lady of blushing snows had done just that. After all, it was hard to miss her. She sat draped in the elegance of the morning dew, her body supple and fresh like the very flowers that swayed in the winds around them. Was he not suppose to pick the fruit of temptation in front of him? Oh, no, that would just be careless. 

"Though I could be wrong, I've never been a big fan of the sunlight anyway." His statement could be proven true simply by looking at him. He was coated in darkness, touched by the moon, and the redness of his molten sights screamed for more than the longing of slumber. He was unkempt, battered, yet undoubtedly well-muscled, but out in the daylight, he wasn't for sure how he looked; as the moon had a way of lying to ones vision, it protected him from the harsh reality of morning. The sun, however, had never been his friend, she was far too judgemental and her eyes burned deep upon his dirty skin. Even being out here now under her glare did it sting, but alas, he kneeled his head to evade the golden light of day and kept by the side of the stranger, though soon he began to grumble and eventually did he seek shade under the trees. "Yes, not a big fan indeed." @Astarte


vorona is russian, hover his words for their translation.
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Astarte

5 y/o xlarge Female
Lucien, Male Raven
He doesn't frighten her. Not even a bit- but her emotion gives way to slight startle, stimulating a flare of flashing light in her auric glow that brightens before it dims again. Her long tufted ears flatten as she beholds the man next to her, finding odd comfort in his rather deep, precise voice. Attractive is she dare admit,- never hearing such a thing before. His scent intoxicating as it fills up her nasal cavity in seconds, his musk strong and mature. She stares at his bloody gaze, orbs bright at they drink him in almost willingly as she remains still to him. 

Her tail wavers a small bit, her nostrils flaring as her gaze travels over his rigid face. Rough appearance as he stood so close to her, something of an agouti mess.. She spoke calmly next, tones smoother than his. "I am the light." She spoke a simple but complex reply- soon demonstrating a glaring reflection of light that warped around her entire body in seconds as it faded even quicker back within her invisible, passive aura to be recycled. She literally drank the sunlight. Naturally she repelled harmful rays,- as a light child she felt best within sun's embrace. No need to worry.
He seemed uncomfortable by the confrontation of sunlight itself, so he goes then to a shaded area. She watches with a stiff stance, her head turning slightly to watch him as he went with a comment. She can't help but giggle some, soon turning to him entirely as she calls out, "What is your name?"



 
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