The girl with the golden tattoos and zebra stripes was near the Lake, enjoying a blissful summer breeze she met head on. Resting across a large, white rock, Pandora tanned on the surface without worrying about the consequences. She was in a state of mind she hadn't had in forever, making the temporary sedation wonderful. Eyes were closed and head was resting on crisscrossed paws as the day worked itself around her and all of the wolves in Alacritis. She was in no rush, there was no stress, hence the midday nap.
She was a vision of beauty, one that would still remain lovely after being awoken by a gentle nudge. Her cobalt fur looked like Taurig's, resembling the Armada side of her family. The gold that blessed the other various parts of her curvaceous form (given to her by both sides, most likely) were from her mother. The eyes, turquoise blue and hidden behind closed lids, were a combination of both mom and dad. In short, whether the girl was awake or asleep, she was a freakin' blessing from the gods above.
Her mind was lost in the dark subconscious and swirls and stars made up her dreams. She saw a fleeting glance of Scorpion's lantern-like eyes before realizing she was looking at Viviek. His handsome body appeared out of the darkness, causing her to gasp awake in surprise. His scent, so faded from the last time they had collided bodies, rose into the air at that moment. Her nose took in the aroma and a sigh escaped from her dark lips. Oh, how she missed the red-furred man.






"Speech"

Summer was alright, the red brute didn't mind the sun. It made him stand out even more so, the little flecks of lighter red on his back gave him a shine that he couldn't say he minded. So long as he hunted at night, he didn't starve (lets face it, having his coloration made hunting anyhting with adequate eyesight a real fucking pain in the light) and he was doing just fine on his own. He checked back on his mother on the island ever so often, but at one year and some change, he was starting to enjoy being on his own and gaining his independence.

He was also, getting quite restless.

Pandora often swept through his daydreams, slipping past his side and slinking into the darkness, her ebony fur fading into the night, leaving only her golden patterns and bright blue eyes visible to him until she was completely gone. She was enchanting, to say the least - and as he got older he was starting to realize that he wanted a little more than just having her beside him. He wanted her near him, beneath him, to stake his claim on her... but to do that, he needed more power. That had been what she wanted from the beginning, that was what she deserved - what they deserved. And damn it he was determined to get it for her.

Not that he didn't want it himself...

He had entered that tournament to hopefully win it all, but he had been placed with a little girl and honestly - if he wasn't going to be treated as an adult then it wasn't fucking worth it. It had been a little depressing though, to look forward to bragging rights and come out of it not a loser - but just flat out disappointed. Thinking that his luck was just... plain crap nowadays and not expecting it to get better for a while, the brute was snapped out of his brooding by a familiar scent, one that caused his ears to perk and his scowl to become something of a smirk.

Well, well, well - looks like he had gotten lucky today.

"Pandora?" His trek toward the lake sped into something of a jog, only for him to saunter closer to the woman once she was within his sights. "It's been too long." He would huff, large paws carrying the young male to sit on the ground beside the rock the temptress was resting on. He had missed her - but he wasn't about to just say it. At least - not first.

His appearance was something she did not expect to happen. Dreams of him showing up out of the blue had only been just that: dreams. She was more than surprised and happy to see the red-furred man make his entrance upon the land she had chosen for a secret getaway. Her eyes widened in surprise and her nose took in his rich scent at the same time. She could feel her brain work in overtime as a soft humming began to spread from her chest to the rest of her body. Damn, he was too fine to not be missed! A soft smile slowly appeared on her face, making her delicate lips sparkle in the sunlight. She then let a yawn escape, followed by a soft sigh that would make her whole coat rise and fall in a wave. "Viviek." His name was said on a tender note, carried by the wind and away from her slender form upon the rock. Turquoise blue eyes shimmered as they met the dark red form that sat next to her perch. "You are definitely right, my dear." The rock's surface had enough room left on it for another wolf to leap and rest on. Due to Pandora's outstretched frame, however, the space looked as if it was limited. She looked down at him with an eager gaze, hoping that he wouldn't disappear and that he wasn't a figment of her imagination. "Please tell me I am not dreaming..." she whispered. If he only sat there like a statue, she would get mad. She needed the actual, physical proof that he was living and breathing to the world and not just her thoughts.