AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
She had been on a patrol of her homeland's outer borders when she found him.
The crisp mountain air was thin and lovely and delicious in her lungs, as she tasted the autumn chill with frivolity. She was a wraith cocooned in her Goddess' hands as she melted from shadow to shadow, embracing the bleakness and cover underneath trees burnished in gold. Droplets of rain dripped from the grey skies above, landing on her skin like soft fingers of ice and sending shivers through every chord of muscle. Her silver and ink mane was plaited into several careful braids that met and converged to run the length of her strong neck, the constellations tattooed on her neck wondrously exposed. Several hairs escaped, sticking to her skin where water had soaked her. The stormsinger fae's sight was a wielded sword; orbs bright and blue despite the mist surrounding the woods.
Under the mountain, she traveled deeper into Calligo's clutches with her eyes all-seeing, missing nothing. Each step against the damp, slumbering earth was cool, calculated. Her nostrils flared with even inhales, even exhales. The strong, wet scent of rain masked all else, save for the cinnamon perfume of dying leaves beneath her hooves. Her wings had been tucked close to her body for too long while she had been guarding the outskirts of her home. She unfurled them, each plume relishing with the slow stretch, her hoofbeats becoming quicker and quicker, until she was galloping down the beaten path. A spear of smoke and moonlight, her muscles clenching as she leaped into the air, soaring through a break in the trees.
Her wings flirted with the downpour of rain, beating against the sleet as her eyes narrowed through the fog that had gathered in the shadows of the mountain pass. She had half an inkling to land higher atop the towering stone peaks, to find solace in a dry cave, when her blue gaze landed on a muddled shadow dancing in the air. A stranger that braved autumn's tears and flew through the gray skies. Her wings beat madly to catch up with him, her breath a mist of cool air through her nostrils. From an angled view, she realized that no shred of familiarity struck her. For he was a painted wonder of feathers and splashes of ivory on sun-kissed skin; very much a lion that had strayed too far from his pride. His scent of scorched sands and endless deserts lost and unknown to her amidst the showers of rain.
Aislinn moved as gracefully as she could, mustering speed and tucking her wings to corral him towards the ground. She eyed a clearing, a glade that had opened up like a mouth through the blanket of gold and crimson forest. But before she could, she hovered, orbs piercing through the mist like spheres of blue fire towards the stranger. "I do not know your face," she called, "Please, land with me so I may speak with you."
She did not know of whom had wandered into her borders, save only that he was a stranger — a man, a Sun King, that she had never once laid eyes on before.
@maxence eeeeep <3
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
She had been on a patrol of her homeland's outer borders when she found him.
The crisp mountain air was thin and lovely and delicious in her lungs, as she tasted the autumn chill with frivolity. She was a wraith cocooned in her Goddess' hands as she melted from shadow to shadow, embracing the bleakness and cover underneath trees burnished in gold. Droplets of rain dripped from the grey skies above, landing on her skin like soft fingers of ice and sending shivers through every chord of muscle. Her silver and ink mane was plaited into several careful braids that met and converged to run the length of her strong neck, the constellations tattooed on her neck wondrously exposed. Several hairs escaped, sticking to her skin where water had soaked her. The stormsinger fae's sight was a wielded sword; orbs bright and blue despite the mist surrounding the woods.
Under the mountain, she traveled deeper into Calligo's clutches with her eyes all-seeing, missing nothing. Each step against the damp, slumbering earth was cool, calculated. Her nostrils flared with even inhales, even exhales. The strong, wet scent of rain masked all else, save for the cinnamon perfume of dying leaves beneath her hooves. Her wings had been tucked close to her body for too long while she had been guarding the outskirts of her home. She unfurled them, each plume relishing with the slow stretch, her hoofbeats becoming quicker and quicker, until she was galloping down the beaten path. A spear of smoke and moonlight, her muscles clenching as she leaped into the air, soaring through a break in the trees.
Her wings flirted with the downpour of rain, beating against the sleet as her eyes narrowed through the fog that had gathered in the shadows of the mountain pass. She had half an inkling to land higher atop the towering stone peaks, to find solace in a dry cave, when her blue gaze landed on a muddled shadow dancing in the air. A stranger that braved autumn's tears and flew through the gray skies. Her wings beat madly to catch up with him, her breath a mist of cool air through her nostrils. From an angled view, she realized that no shred of familiarity struck her. For he was a painted wonder of feathers and splashes of ivory on sun-kissed skin; very much a lion that had strayed too far from his pride. His scent of scorched sands and endless deserts lost and unknown to her amidst the showers of rain.
Aislinn moved as gracefully as she could, mustering speed and tucking her wings to corral him towards the ground. She eyed a clearing, a glade that had opened up like a mouth through the blanket of gold and crimson forest. But before she could, she hovered, orbs piercing through the mist like spheres of blue fire towards the stranger. "I do not know your face," she called, "Please, land with me so I may speak with you."
She did not know of whom had wandered into her borders, save only that he was a stranger — a man, a Sun King, that she had never once laid eyes on before.
@maxence eeeeep <3
