Avoiding him in winter is a needed thing. She was not ready for any results of any winter time activities as she was taught. She was still young in her eyes. She knew of mates, but Belhara was raised with two different perspectives on mates. Yojimbo followed that of destiny, and what is written in the stars. His is a feeling, a fate. Belhara is half Demon though. She remembers what she was taught. Females can breed with many before becoming mates if they wished, and choosing a mate is to choose the strongest.

Then there was the bloodletting. She remembers the ritual if she chose to become monogamous. The blood of the left leg of both of them, and then the ritual chant. She did not know how important this kind of thing was, but she was the symbolism in it. The knowledge from Yojimbo and Vera combined, it all made sense. Blood is what combines and makes them all, and she thinks this is a wise course. All of eternity, the ending verse of the ritual is, but was she ready for this yet?

A storm was coming, and she had let her mind wander. She did indeed enjoy the screams of the storm, and she began to move out of her den as she hears his voice. She was not quite expecting it, and her black ears rise in response. It was a...surprisingly beautiful speech, but she was not surprised by this. Cuirass enjoyed his flare. She listened with a growing smirk on her black features. She began moving now to where his voice originates, the thunder from up ahead drawing her in, as if to tell her that this was the path she was meant to take. It was the same sense as when she looks to the stars.

His words excite her to her bones as the rain begins to fall. He wished for her to desperately, and she could not deny her own draw to him. Perhaps she was a bit more shy in that regard. She may have felt this for a long time, and was pretty certain he felt the same, but she hesitated, unsure if he really felt the same. The stars can only tell so much sometimes, and without their direct guidance, she often was frustrated, especially about this matter.

But today it is the rain, the clouds, the thunder, the lightning that tells her. Perhaps she should have listened to it more to begin with. Cuirass always seemed to be involved with water around her, the waterfall where they first met, the river, the storm climbing trees. She should have known. She comes into view, her form slender and ethereal form glides on black paws as she is touched by rain. Her black fur seemed to shimmer from the droplets, and her blue eyes were like jewels among the darkness.

She comes to stand before him as he finished, and she stood tall in a bit of silence for a moment. She did the tilt of her jaw so like her mother- a mother she had not seen in so very long. She had no family left at this point other than the mystery relatives of Vega- Zarah the only one she ever met. They did not really matter to her at this point. At this point, she would have to make her own blood. Her sapphire eyes hold onto his for a moment, although she notices in the distance that something may be up. Her eyes divert to where the petals had fallen and the carcasses of the dead remain. An offering perhaps?

In her moment of silence as she stood and looked at him, the rain continued and the thunder rumbled overhead. She then gently lowers her black jaws, and punctures a spot on her left leg. She growls quietly from the pain, but she does enough damage to make it bleed. Her eyes lift before her jaw does to look at him, and her head lifts as she speaks, her leg beginning to bleed and mix with the rain running down her leg.

”It is Demon tradition, that if we wish to become lifemates, you are to accept by consuming my blood, and I am to do the same of you,” she says as she takes a step forward, lifting her left leg to him. ”So, Cuirass, my beckoning storm, do you wish to become my lifemate?” she asks, already knowing the answer as she offers her blood to him. It causes her to grin and her fur to stand on edge as she awaits for him to move closer and feeling the excitement run through her like electricity. Is this why the Demons had such a ritual? This feeling that was starting to consume her right now? She knew the ritual chant was to come after he accepts and she drinks his blood, she could only hope that she remembered it properly after all these years.