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The night was still young as the moon washed over the pale marble of the divine sanctuary. It was more like a palace that could rival the beauty and majesty of the Parthenon of Earth’s Ancient Greece easily. At least this place was very much still intact and hidden from the hands of mortals and other “immortals” that walked Illardia. The halls were towering to accommodate the naturally tall physiques of the beings that resided here. Ancient power practically hummed through the halls. The essence of the cycle of life practically bled out of one of the opulent halls deep within the palace. This particular room had an interesting decorum of cherry wood furniture, including a massive four-poster cherry wood bed with ruby curtains and silk sheets rimmed in peridot.

In this bed laid one figure, that of Vita. Her long dark, tresses spreading around her like a dark halo. Those piercing olive pools were hidden from the world. A tired moan escaped her lips as she tried to fall back into a deeper sleep. Although something in the wards told her that her husband has already risen because of the strange undercurrent of their world. Of course, it was understood that they could all feel this strange tension running through Illardia. Vita, being a goddess, knew that their natures were softer than that of their men. The inherent chaos would call to their men much more strongly, especially her husband. If they were experiencing a nagging sensation, their counterparts must have been experiencing something that resonated with them more like a punch to the gut.

With that train of thought, Vita tried to shrug off her desire to fall back asleep. However, this was proving harder than it should have been. Instead of allowing her frustration to openly get the better of her, she focused on her surroundings with her inner sight rather than her physical eyes. This exposed her husband’s protective wards and the sleep spell. Her temper flared sharply as she silently dismissed the sleeping spell and exposing cat-like olive pools that flashed with annoyance as she huffed.

“And he dares to call me a minx with a stunt like that! I’ll show him just how much of a minx I can be as soon as I find him!”

She stood from the bed wearing only a forest green night gown that exposed long olive skinned legs. Her bare feet padded silently down the massive halls leading towards Mors’s personal study. The faint thrum of annoyance still resounded strongly through her aura and flared in cat-like pools. Her fingers curled into a fist and rapped the study hard. The spectral guardian at the door looked almost panic stricken at Vita’s mood. Just as the guard was considering protesting, he thought better of it since arguing with an angry goddess wasn’t worth the consequences and muttered to her, “I shall inform my master of your presence m’lady.” A curt nod was given to the spirit. Her left foot tapped softly against the stone in a very impatient manner as she waited for Mors to allow her inside.

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[Ayna]
[Four]
[Amber with yellow flecks]
[Ayna is 30.5 inches and weighs 160 lbs. She has a lean-ish build due to being the runt of her litter. Her undercoat is white. She has a brown/gray saddle like marking. She also has tan or cream points and a grayish mask.]
[Ayna is a masochist and a flirt. She lives for causing trouble despite being the smallest of her litter. While there is probably more to her than this, you'll have to try to get to know her if you can.]


[Twin brother]
[No Pack]
[No Mate]
[No Imprinter Found]
[No Offspring]


[Wyndstar]
[Wyndstar (chatango), Kaleymagic47(aim)]