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Aplos Riverside
Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
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Andromeda heard but did not listen to his comment of her being dirty, it hardly matter or brought anything to her mind that she should move or not touch this kind warmness. Her mind was being choosy, only picking out words it wanted to hear right now. Azrael didn't realize that him being next to her, giving her his soul was actually a large part of the reason she wasn't listening to him as he would have liked. The feeling was just too good, the other senses were secondary at this point. In such a state, who could ignore the comfort of another laying next to them? After two years of agonizing loneliness and sadness, how could this not be the best thing ever? For the first time, the dark pelted girl was laying with someone besides the dirt and grass, and better yet it was her soul mate, yet she did not realize it as such yet, and it was her physical mind to blame. Her soul, however, felt such things, it is what desired to be closer, it is what saw the light, felt the pull towards it and craved it like her lungs craved air. She was already getting an addiction to this, after their short moments together a bond was made, after so many years without any sort of love from another, not like this. Sure, Andromeda had her friendships, but they were nothing like this. Her eyes were still closed, still in the inky darkness though her mind had created images in this strange half-state, all abstract and colorful, none of them making any sense but they were beautiful and mesmerizing. It wasn't until Hello? came to her ears that she was snapped partially out of her self-induced haze, Azrael tugging for her to come out of this but she was unable to. She merely grinning as she replied back, "...Hello," her voice still light and dreamy, seeming to float away with the slightest bit of breeze that passed between them. She could feel the softness of his white fur upon her face, part of her mind was starting to register this was wolf but it still wasn't all there. All that really came to her mind was soft, soft and warm fur. Her nose yelled at her as she breathed in his scent, taking him in with great pleasure. It seemed her endorphins were shooting off left and right, sending her into a state of ecstasy to set off the pain. Her star-crowned marks were hidden among his own royal fur, though Andromeda marks were from a culture untouched by Moladion. She was the only one to leave, the only one to abandon, what future Queen of such a grand pack leaves without a word? She had the star-markings, in the most optimal formation, was the only daughter, child in fact, of her father, the king. Her mother had died before she could give birth to any more siblings, and her father refused to take another mate at the time. Everything was left upon her shoulders, the weight of life and death herself at such a young age. She was the target of their rivals, stuck in a never ending battle as the most valuable prize, which only lead her to a life of isolation aside from political matters. And yet he had brought relief, to some extent, for her mind did not dawdle on it in this moment, she freed her thoughts and let her soul take the reigns. It was her soul that listened to his name, Guardian Azrael, who wished to be closer in the winter. Well...Andromeda's mind still skewed his words, despite her soul taking action. Andromeda whimpered softly, delicate like the clouds above as she caressed him with her muzzle. "Guardian Azrael...ha...winter...yes..." she whispered, each touch from him just screaming pleasure. This was unlike her, not something she would normally do at all. No, a normal Andromeda would have surly had a verbal quarrel with Azrael, she would have given him a piece of her mind for making such a suggestive joke on their first meeting. Lucky for him, he got to meet her with a battered mind, one that relished any bit of pleasure and good feelings that came to her, instead of pushing him away and embracing the cold dead world. Andromeda felt his pull, his neck wrapping around into an embrace of sorts. Electricity pulsed through her body and everything seemed to feel so good, so, so, so good. His light energy had surrounded her and best it could, and she breathed out a sigh of contentment, as her muzzle lifted to lock the embrace. Her body seemed to do whatever it wanted, she felt she had lost control over it and handed it over to something else, destiny maybe, that or insanity. She was closer to this vibration than ever before, after he nudged her. His voice was like melted chocolate, it poured onto her and covered her completely, and she whined ever so slightly once more. Guardian Azrael wished for her to walk, Guardian Azrael was going to take her home. She was Guardian Azrael's soul, and she was going to be a good soul to him, 'cause Andromeda was only into feeling good in this moment. She did not want to leave his embrace and for a small moment she held him drinking him in, muzzle still caressing him, lifting to his ear and yet she continued up, Her thick and strong legs pushed her frame from the earth, parting herself from the Guardian as to stand, and it was now that Azrael would have a real sense of the female she was. She was a warrior in build, her body was thick with muscle, and she was not dainty thing. Larger than most females she was, it was in her blood to be so, coming from a line of royalty from a distant land. Her legs were held apart as she stood, tail flicking behind her as she slowly opened her eyes. She still didn't want to leave her world of pretty colors and images in her head, only to see the muted tones of earth. She didn't want to leave the energy she just felt behind, and slowly she turned her head , eyes half open as they fell upon Azrael, a boy of white and red, who glew like fire in the sun, shimmering and she swore she saw rainbows sparking from him...but maybe that was just her hazed state. She made no real judgement on his form, he was beautiful but everyone was to be right now. Her yellows sought his blue-violets, and when they connected she would stare for a short moment, blinking delicately at him as she stood, a bit of a wave to her stand as she was not as steady as she should be. "Come...Guardian Azrael....home," she said weakly, the smallest of smiles on her black lips, her dark pelt glittering in the light of the sun, though not as bright as it normally would with the dirt from the crater scattered about, and the few places were blood dried on her legs from cuts. It was nothing major, small cuts from rocks that would heal with no visible scars. She wobbled a bit, head falling to one side suddenly...it was obvious she needed to get where they were going, and fast. Six Years - Loved by None - Followed by Azrael |