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Posted 10-16-2017, 02:41 AM | This post was last modified: 10-17-2017, 01:30 AM by Ianthe
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
She had been stagnant for quite some time, hiding from her family, hiding from the grief. But she knew the time for such pathetic and useless things was over, she could no longer run from a past or that insignificance could very well be her future as well. She was Heir of Enigma, the princess of the caverns, a woman of royal status from the moment she had been born. There was no time for her to mope in the darkness anymore, and so, she brought herself out into the sunshine. The Grave Summit, to be exact. She was smaller than most wolves for her age, now an adult, from a distance Ianthe would look no older than a yearling. She was pristine, no scars visible against her brightly coloured fur, sea-foam eyes as bright as the sky shine out under dark and full lashes. It could easily be said that she was beautiful.

Atop the summit she practices, Engima's gifts could be scary and dangerous, it was all the more enticing when she completely gave herself over to the power. Against her chest the pendant of deep violet hums soundlessly, she can feel it vibrate against her bust. It glows softly, a rapidly bouncing hue that radiates firm magic. "Okay....go!" Across from her another Ianthe appeared, a doppleganger. The usage sets her head alight with a bursting headache but she slides her eyes into narrow slits as she concentrates. The second Ianthe blinks, smirking brilliantly against the sunshine, though she wears no pendant, the only real difference between the two of them. "Not bad," the doppleganger says, her ears twitching comically across the crown of her head. Ianthe is not pleased, though she herself was in control of the situation. She growls, her head slinging low between her shoulders, "I'll show you not bad," she snarls, tail folding upwards in a mighty hook over her spine. Showing dominance to herself, perhaps the princess of Enigma had been indoors a little too long after all...


notes; All welcome to join the crazy kid!!
tags; Valyn



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Posted 10-18-2017, 11:06 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Wolf
Male, 2.00
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
35 ep
© vik
It had been a long time. The last time he'd seen just about anybody had been at the meeting, and now it was, what, autumn already? According, at least, to his extremely well-adapted and acute Rebel senses. The leaves were red instead of green and the wind was cold on his unprotected nose. Ah yes, he was quite the astute one. Eyes better than an eagle's, nose better than a bear's.

And ears better than a bat's, if the principle held true. Maybe there was a kernel of truth to it, regardless how embarrassing the boast would sound if he dared speak it aloud. Because, how else would he have heard the voice coming from some distance away, over at least one bluff of sandy stone and the low whisperhush of the sea, all while the wind blew in the opposite direction and his thoughts were meandering elsewhere? ... Luck?
Actually, yes to luck, probably.
But it hardly mattered the how when he was suddenly, more keenly interested in the who and possibly the why. Kynaios slunk a little, and adopted a wolfish gait, and crept up and over the bluff, naturally (though not well) using Rebel's stealth to hide from casual observers. He had to climb another hill after he crossed the bluff - possibly the summit of the titular Grave Summit - and finally, lo, behind a pockmarked boulder stood the culprit. Two of them, rather. Twins, in fact.

They appeared to be on the verge of an all out, knock out brawl.
Kyn leaned against the boulder, which was uncomfortable at this angle but had the desired effect of making him look cool as a cucumber and momentarily invested. He wagged his tail nonchalantly, too, and grinned a rakish sort of grin befitting his dark features; creating a scene at odds against the severe, dominant signals being thrown around in front of him. If Kyn had to give another shit about strictures and "his place" in the hierarchy, he was going to lose his damn mind; fortunately, he didn't recognize the females as belonging to Rebel, and thus, didn't care.
But he did care about the two or three tiny, infinitesimal details that suddenly flipped the whole charade on its head. The moment he noticed -- perhaps a few heartbeats after arriving -- his grin peaked, his eyes hooded, and the comment in his mind meant for two people left his mouth as a comment meant for one. This wasn't the first time he'd seen this particular trick before.
"Talking to yourself," he asked benignly, raising a brow; "Enigma?"

heyo hope u dont mind kyn droppin by Ianthe



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Posted 10-18-2017, 06:28 PM | This post was last modified: 10-18-2017, 06:28 PM by Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Female, 10.50
----
in, lbs
ep
© Divinity
Mother Nature!


A distinctly salty smell strikes you rather suddenly, and if you turn you can notice a pile of rotting fish-bones lying in a messy heap. The sun has attracted flies and maggots to the pile, and all that remains of the fish is decaying heads and tails and exposed bone and half-eaten away cartilage. How strange--so far from the ocean?


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Posted 10-22-2017, 05:00 PM | This post was last modified: 10-22-2017, 05:01 PM by Ianthe
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
She is ready to leap at her doppelganger, ready to tear herself to shreds just like she'd seen Euterpe do in anger, though hers was more out of boredom, when a voice lifts her outer ear and turns it towards the culprit. Talking to yourself? and she supposed she was. A smirk lifts the corners of her lips as both Ianthe's turn to look at him, the same expression mirrored with the added effect of a lifted brow. "What's it to you, rebel?" the doppelganger hisses in play, while the true Ianthe chuckles, her ears letting loose from her skull to perk forwards, "or are you homeless?" she asks, the assumption of rebel had been quick, but the male brought with him the dry taste of red dirt and stale ridge air, she'd smelt it on Ruellia before. Head pounding, Ianthe closes her eyes for a moment and instantly the doppelganger blinks out of existence, her temples ache as she opens them again, sea-foam finding Kynaios thoughtfully. He was good looking, she observes, tough for his age, it coaxes a single step forward from her before she remembers her manners. "I'm Ianthe Volos-Scorn, Heir of Enigma, who're you?" her voice is still youthful, like a young pup demanding answers to the hundredth question, but she is well spoken, polite in the way she encourages one to participate. Games. Enigma's were always one to play games, and with this new blood, Ky, oh- she just couldn't wait to get started.

She takes another step forward, her nose wrinkling instantly as she is hit with the stench of decaying fish carcasses. Her ears fold to her head, sea-foam orbs slitted as she looks back to the rebel yearling furiously, "did you put these here?" she asks him incredulously, "that's disgusting... but you definitely get a point for that..." she moves closer to him still, but the reason was only to move up wind of the smell, and the maggots... they creeped her out.

notes;
tags; Kynaios :D Glad you could join!



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Posted 10-23-2017, 07:46 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Wolf
Male, 2.00
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
35 ep
© vik
He decided it would never get any easier, meeting apparitions like this. No matter how many times he approached ghosts or faced doppelgängers or saw incorporeal deities. Something about them was always unnerving. Unreal. This time was no exception. As both wolves turned to greet him, each wearing an identical smirk on their identical, pretty faces, his gut clenched. And not just because he suddenly had the attention of those pretty sea-foam eyes. But Kynaios smiled anyway, feigning nonchalance. Funny: pretending like this came easier every time.
His gaze flicked to the magicked twin, then back again. He half-shrugged. "Home is where your paws rest," he said airily. He may have meant it. Cliche as it was. Home was a feeling more than it was a place to him, anyway. "But, as a Rebel," he said, emphasizing the word, watching for her reaction; "It's nothing to me. Sorry for interrupting. Please, by all means, carry on." His apology was very insincere, and his tone was playful, just as much as her's had been. The grin on his face also persisted. It felt.. good to banter with someone again. He didn't make any move to leave.

The doppelgänger blinked out of existence barely after the words left his mouth. Kynaios raised his brows. He didn't remember the last doppelgängers he'd met blipping out quite like that; but then, he'd been busy getting his ankle chomped at the time, too. This time, he watched the young woman with a curious eye, and he took the time to really appreciate what he saw. Unapologetically at that. She was easily, easily, lovely to look at. Though he arched a brow when she stopped herself from coming closer. Was she afraid of getting too close?
"My name's Kynaios." He didn't elaborate further. He didn't often enjoy wearing his surname like a coat of arms. Not that he cared if others did. He peeled himself from the boulder and mimed a little bow; the same kind a highwayman might give a noblewoman he's about to rob. Wicked smile and all. "At your service, Lady Volos-Scorn."

The smell struck him out of nowhere, and Kynioas pivoted to spy the pile of rotting fish. Like a strange cairn, home to a heap of fat black flies and wriggling maggots. One fish head in particular seemed to leer at him with its deflated, frosted eyeball. Kynaios winced and stepped toward it, only to be cut off by Ianthe's incredulous question. "Ahah," he responded dryly, with a dubious glance at her. "Before you give me too much credit, Princess, we may want to make sure I'm the only one around who could've left it." His ears pricked forward, rigid, listening. And his nose twitched. His thoughts raced to bears and wolverines and vultures, but if there was a trace of them around, he didn't catch it. Not right away. Even with enhanced Rebel senses.
Ianthe was moving closer to him, though -- he noted it faintly, at first, then with more pointed interest. It made him shift to accommodate her proximity; he stood straighter, braced his chest more, and the fur at the back of his neck stood a little on end. In a good way. "You know, this seems kinda fishy if you ask me." He gave her a cheesy sidelong grin.
And then he padded toward the pile to investigate.

Ianthe :D



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Posted 10-24-2017, 04:48 PM |
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
He was a quick witted bastard, she couldn't deny the interest he sparked just there behind her eyes, how easy it had been for them to engage in conversation. Her nose still wrinkles at the fish as she smirks at him, turning those small features into a snarl of sorts, amusement thick on her burning tongue. "You only interrupt me if I allow it," she shoots back, her ears flopping as she rolls her head to one side, she had nothing against the rebels, they were just one of the many packs here in Doutaini. She made no effort to react to his emphasis, and hoped he noticed as much. "Our powers put pressure on the mind, like a horrible headache," her eyebrows lift and lips curl in jest, like you, she thought it was funny anyway. Shadows begin to lift from the ground, those that her own legs had made against the dirt, to lick and roll around her ankles as if they were alive. She doesn't much feel like the headache again though, so she lets them splash back into the dirt quickly after. A sharp inhale has her nose wrinkling upwards again, the pile of fish were really something putrid to behold.

Kynaios moves closer to inspect it, she watches him without notice, those sea-foam eyes trailing his legs and torso before she blinks herself into an embarrassed frenzy. "You're trying to put the blame on someone else?" She asks incredulously, as if she'd just slung her hands on her hips and pouted at him in a mock gesture. Her ears furrow as she circles around to one side, teal eyes narrowing on the pile before flicking to him, indeed, this seems rather fishy... and she chuckles inwardly at the ridiculously strange turn the day had taken. "Well, if you don't want the points, what do you think could have carted all that up here? I ain't never seen a bird big enough to carry that many," and why would a bird leave the eyes intact? She takes a step closer, joining Kyn's flank as she peers down at the pile, but the proximity has her dry-heaving. She's unapologetic about it, though it wasn't very lady-like of her to do so, instead she shares a sidelong grin with him, just as he had with her. "Shall we throw them off the cliff at wolves passing by..." and the sweetness of her face coupled with her perked ears, would never have led on to how serious she was.

notes;
tags; Kynaios lol xD



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Posted 10-27-2017, 11:10 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Wolf
Male, 2.00
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
35 ep
© vik
"As you wish," he intoned through a crooked smile.
Since his allegiance to Rebel didn't seem to bother her, he let his guard relax. Just a little bit. He remembered how good it felt to be free of such things. Beholden to nothing and nobody but himself.
Of course, not everything was about him. But was it such a stretch to assume she meant he was a headache? Her expression suggested she'd just made a clever joust at his expense, after all. Cruel girl. But his smile grew wider.
"Oh? Tch, unfortunate." His tone hovered somewhere between sympathy and mockery. His red-blue eyes fell to the shadows pattering and playing at her feet. For a moment, he tensed. In his experience, it was unpleasant to be on receiving end of those. Fortunately, these were only showy and short-lived. "Impressive." This time, he was not altogether insincere.

He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder as he prowled closer to the pile of fish. She'd struck a pose: proverbial hands on hips, face creased in mock pout. Kynaios held back a laugh. "Blame me if it makes you feel better," he suggested. He wasn't adverse to that. This little... prank was, he had to admit, exactly his brand of humor. For a second, he almost wished he'd thought of it.
But that was the question of the day, wasn't it? If not he--then who?
Kyn shot a furtive glance at Ianthe, but she seemed unlikely. He noted, with faint amusement, that she could barely keep the contents of her stomach in such rotten company. Understandable. He was truly sympathetic there.
"A raccoon?" He quirked a brow. "A weasel?" He walked slowly around the pile. "A really ferocious squirrel? Hah, I don't know. If it was closer to the ocean, or the lake, it wouldn't be so strange."
Kynaios hunched by the pile and poked it with a claw. "We could blame it on a fisher cat, and call it a day."

Throw them over the cliff... Was this the girl of his dreams? The little devil sitting on his shoulder jumped for joy. Kyn straightened up. She didn't seem so serious, as saccharine sweet as her pretty face was, but Kyn didn't need reassurances to do bad things. He kept is eyes pinned on hers.
Like he'd just been dared to do the easiest thing in the world, he lightly grabbed the nearest fish remains by the shaggy remnants of spine and cartilage. The head of it lolled, threatening to fall off. But before gravity could claim it, Kynaios threw it over the cliff's edge, where it sailed out of view.
Only then did he seem to stop and consider what he'd just done. But with a distinct lack of remorse. "What are the odds that actually ruined someone's day?"
He grinned. "Anyway... The first virtue of a lady is propriety, isn't it?" he said, turning. "Princesses shouldn't play with dead things." He faced her, raising a brow, lips twisted in mischievous grin. Princesses shouldn't, but will you let that stop you he seemed to ask.
Her turn.

Ianthe, oh boy xD



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Posted 10-28-2017, 11:51 PM |
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
It did raise the question of if not him than who, but to her, it was of little importance. Her God was a trickster, these types of stunts weren't new to her, although she found this one to be a little more gruesome than most. She'd probably end up leaving him with the blame, though she wouldn't pester him about it outwardly, from now on he would always be the boy who left the rotten fish carcasses on the summit. Fish boy. Rotman. She laughs at her own jokes as she circles around the pile in the opposite direction he was, they are close enough to brush shoulders as they pass one another but she doesn't let it happen just yet, no, just the thought lingers there. "Ferocious squirrel it is then," she jests inside a chuckle, unable to keep her amusement contained. She couldn't deny how much she was enjoying it, how easy they got along and how, kind of, normal the day had panned out. He pokes at it, the subtle movement send a waft of the dead fish her way and she wrinkles her nose at him in distaste. It had been her idea to throw them though, she couldn't pull out now.

And threw it he did. The fish carcass goes sailing over the side of the cliff and out of sight, the lingering smell was putrid and she hopes it at least landed near someone below. A howl of laughter escapes her. "Rules aren't really my thing," she tells him after her cackles die down, "and you'll learn I'm no ordinary Princess." hands still on hips she tilts her head at him challengingly before turning to the pile. Why had she suggested this again? oh well. She leans down and plucks two fish from it, their bones grind between her teeth gruesomely and she rolls her lips up in a snarl to keep the taste away from her gums. She would have looked quite comical, snarling in the face of a dead fish. She trots over to him, her tail waving behind her wiggling hips, a gait of pride and grace, she was perhaps teasing him a little. The fish flop between her jaws, their eyes bulging free from the sockets, just as she tosses the both of them over the cliff where they split and sail in two different directions. Her laughter starts again, "if yours didn't, I definitely think mine just ruined someone's day!" she howls, her grin both devilish and playful. "What do you suppose someone might think of fish falling from the heavens?" Sea-foam eyes flick his way, bright and persuasive, they could have sat there all day throwing fish out over the cliff, she decided he would be her new obsession right then and there.

There is a crack as she closes her jaws, her brows furrowing as she leans down to wipe her mouth on her paw. A scale and rotten bit of fish flesh falls onto the top of her foot, instantly the taste hits her, barbs that stick into her tongue. Nasty. She kicks her foot up to flick the bit of flesh at him, smelly and dark in colour, she hopes it'd stick to his fur without him having noticed, but she doubted it. Her smirk returns easily now, ears perking forwards as she takes a seat there at the edge of the world, of their world. "Worth it," she concludes, hoping he agreed with her.

notes;
tags; Kynaios omg XD



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Posted 10-29-2017, 06:48 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Wolf
Male, 2.00
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
35 ep
© vik
We got no money, but we got heart
We're gonna rattle this ghost town

It's electrifying, the little game they play. Especially when she walked close enough to touch. But.. not yet. She wasn't careless enough to let it happen yet. Kyn felt his skin prickle as they passed by each other, and he concealed a grin. But he played it cool, too. That was part of the game, after all, and he didn't push it. Doing so would be careless of him, and that wasn't the way he played. He took her laughter as a consolation prize in the meantime. After throwing the fish over the cliff, she was howling with it. Kyn brandished a toothy smile as he watched her, gaze lingering for a few seconds longer than was strictly polite.

"I look forward to it." She already had the better part of him convinced; she didn't seem like an ordinary princess. But he was still willing to let her prove it. She picked up not one but two fish remains, her nose crinkling in just a way that was equally cute and silly. He flicked a waggish grin her way as she trounced to him. She toed up to the cliff, finessing an air of elegance and attitude, and he barked a breathy laugh as her two projectiles soared over the cliff's edge in two different directions. Kyn might've felt bad that she'd just one-upped him, literally, if not for the fact she earned extra marks for rising to his dare to begin with. What with her nearly losing her lunch over the fish just a second ago. He joined her devilish grin with a knave's smirk, and made a sweeping gesture with his red gaze falling on her face. "That they've incurred the wrath of the gods," he laughed. "And have been cursed to suffer a hail of fish whenever they're least expecting it."

He took the opportunity to glance over the cliff, though it wasn't as easy as that to see whether their makeshift game of horseshoes had any winners. The slopes of the Summit were steep and perilous. Enough to be considered a cliff, yet still able to hide many things from view. If they had ruined someone's day, they'd probably never know.. It was, naturally, at this moment he was assailed by a fleck of rotten fish scale. It was caught somewhere in the windswept bristles of his fur. A token he'd appreciate once found. But until then--he turned to her as she took a seat beside him. "Definitely," he agreed. Now closer together, he pulled a face like he saw something--a scale of her own, maybe; no, a strand of cartilage or a bit gray fish flesh? (Or maybe he was seeing things. Or maybe he was still playing games.) "You have a little.." Kyn moved in on the edges of her personal space, before hesitating. "May I?" He almost laughed.

Ianthe :3



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Posted 11-01-2017, 08:43 PM |
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
She feels successful in having impressed him, though she'd never admit out loud that that was her intention, oh no, she'd keep this one guessing as long as she could. It felt natural, mundane even to once again have that flutter in her chest and warmth in her cheeks, it reminded her of Euterpe and all the memories they had together before his death, she caught herself staring at Kynaios at one point- wondering when he would leave this world. Morbid. She shakes her head, peering over the ledge once more though she had no hope of actually seeing the fish, that grin widening across lips that had not been able to contain her happiness since she'd met him. Her flick of rotten fish flesh and scale, lands somewhere in his thick fur and she loses sight of it instantly, no doubt the sun would hit him in a way that it'd sparkle- she'd never tell him where. A snicker falls from her mouth, her ears flattening as she tries to hold it back.

"I suppose, given the current status of Gods versus Gods wrath... that wouldn't be too far out of the question." one last look over the ledge, she was proud of their achievements and hoped, it had at least messed up someone's day. Wrapping her tail delicately to her outer thigh, she lifts her eyes and is surprised to find him looking her way, their eyes meet in the middle and she feels that same warm sensation spread through her cheeks. But of course; he is playing a trick on her. She watches as his face pulls and frowns, his eyes tracing something in her fur, both corners of her mouth curl instinctively at him, amused. "Perhaps I like it that way," she giggles, tilting her head in a way that could have been seen as a pose. She'd play with him. Play the game. Her snicker is audible as she leans towards him, exposing her neck and chest by swooping her muzzle in the opposite direction, "There you go... you can keep it if you like, a memory of the day you met Enigma's heir." she laughs aloud, ears twitching as her chest rattles.

Though through all the tease and laughter, she anticipates the moment when their skin would actually touch. She couldn't deny that between them a flame had been ignited, she'd try stoke it if she could, and only he could deny her.

Tags; Kynaios <3 sorry this is short and kind of all over the place! Wanted to reply though xox



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Posted 11-05-2017, 09:58 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Wolf
Male, 2.00
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
35 ep
© vik
But I'll do what I want, I'll do it what I please
I'll do it again till I got what I need

"They certainly made a show of it," Kyn mused as he watched her spare one last look over the ledge. The gods fought like children, and mortals were as powerless as ants.. But he didn't think on it too deeply. For good reason, perhaps. For he was preoccupied already. By a pretty girl, wrapping her fluffy tail gingerly against her leg, stroked all over by soft autumn light and shadow. He noticed, faintly, that she was lifting her gaze, but it still seemed to catch him off guard when their eyes met. He was the first to look away, focusing in on the detail of some fish left behind, with a grin melting across his features as if to acknowledge he'd been caught. And he wasn't repentant.

He made an amused sound in the back of his throat, and he drew back just a little to humor (and appreciate) the pose she'd struck: head tilted one way, snicker rising to the air. She began leaning toward him, and his breath hitched for a moment, his ears swept back, and he remained still. Testing. Waiting. Kyn traced the contours of her face, following the curve of her jaw down her throat down, down.. His eyes flicked up at hers, underpinning a desiring look with a sudden wolf's smile. Kyn leaned forward himself, savoring every inch of space he knit between them, half-tugged by a reckless feeling to rush forward and take. His eyes were bright and watchful.
His teeth showed. He grazed her cheek, excitement flickered under his skin. His cold nose brushed the fibers of her fur. Her gentle scent mingled with the cool under-tones of her home, and it was lovely and crystal, like salt and diamonds. He wanted to lie in it, and stay there.
Kynaios pulled back. A little, almost as if reluctant. "A scale," he murmured once he'd dropped it at his feet. He looked down at it. It was grayish, pearly almost, and delicate as a petal. Without lifting his head, he flicked a hooded gaze back at her. ".. You should keep it."

He raised his skull at that, nonchalant and yet vaguely.. distracted. His pulse beat a quick tempo at his wrists, in his arteries, between his ribs, and he smiled as he looked at her. "I won't need a token to remember you." A feeling, high and light, invaded his chest. He trailed off on the final word, veering off into a playful tone, in case he wasn't meant to be too.. sincere. It was a game. That's all it was. A game. Wasn't it.
Ianthe nah it's cool no worries! sorry mine's late haha ive had a long week --



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Posted 11-14-2017, 04:46 AM |
Enigma
Ianthe
Enigma Heir
Female, 2.50
Mesomorph
27 in, 100 lbs
108 ep
© Lou
Together they were stuck in a trance and she didn't much mind the time as it ticked passed into oblivion, it was as if it didn't really exist, like nothing else did; besides them. She took a certain pleasure in how he moves and shifts beneath her gaze, turning away or hiding the fact he had been looking, and yet there was no apology on his hot breath or remorse between those sturdy brows. She chases the very concept of him, sea-foam flicker here and there as he moves, following each movement as if it depended on her. As if she had to trace it into her mind for a later time.

"Kyn..." she croons, her voice a breath of fresh air as he moves closer, she can't help but lean in as well, and there... the softest touch, it sends goosebumps ricocheting down her spine in a display of loosed hackles. There is desire in his eyes and she has no doubt that it is mirrored in her own, but quickly does she cover it with a grin both toothy and youthful. not yet... she wouldn't give into him just yet. There at his feet lay the scale he had flicked at her, pretty, delicate, it shines beneath the sun in shimmering rays. She follows his gaze to it, such a simple thing and yet many of them create a shield for the fish to play in, by itself though; one could say it was unique, beautiful in its' own way. She swoops a paw down to pluck it from the earth, and in a swift gesture she places it by the corner of her left eye like a jewel. Like eye make-up.

Slowly do her eyes return to him, and with a small smile she nods in agreement, "I won't need anything to remember you either, but just for safe keeping..." she tilts her head so that the sun would catch her new accessory, it shimmers by her bright eyes in a way she can only imagine. "I must return home now, they'll be beginning to worry," she whispers, and softly, slowly; does she lean forwards to place a kiss by his cheek. A soft brush of her lips across his fur, if allowed, though her reluctance to pull away would be rather obvious. She doesn't want to leave his presence, not yet. "Promise me we will meet again?" she whispers, the question she'd been wanting to ask since they'd met. tell me there is more...

tags; Kynaios <33



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