The mystical siren moved in a subtle grace- Kissing the snow that curdles upon her paws for quite some time, watching the days skim by. As never before, boredom had taken to plaguing the siren's mundane thoughts and activities. Seasons pass and go, and with that it would seem one in particular had caught up to the oracle, latched on like a leech. Winter was a fascinating time of the year. Its sensuous chill suffocating Renesme in its exotic affairs. Yet there would always be that slight problem that would draw her back. Her scent was something that males would desire, in some aspects 'want' to be around it.

such exquisite sight, it was, for those to witness the gracious dance of pearled snow, as its veil froze these lands where the unknown hid. slowly, the soundless femme would waltz upon the thickened mantle of gleaming ivories, the light white of her very own hide painted under the collection of snowflakes that dared cling to her heated form -- some to quickly fade away, others to further embellish her svelte figure.

The moist lips part, calling her king to do the deed. It was time- that is all she knew. Her children would not be smothered in affection, they'll grow up to be powerful, ambitious and to show no mercy to the weak.

He had been seeking the pearled woman upon the brink of a war, hoping her fiery spirit would be enough to persuade her to fight for him. However, as he would saunter with purpose, cherry nostrils trailing the earth in search of his silver damsel, a wave of unsuspecting desire would flood his loins. Renesme had fallen into season, and what was more? Her shrill summoning would beckon him closer, moving into a resolute lope as he would so hungrily seek her proximities. What divine timing, no? Like the purest of angelic auras she would float, pale jacket gliding over the snow strewn paths of his kingdom; her beauty no less than captivating as cravings began to stir. He would slow to a jog upon his approach, swaying with the elegant seamlessness he so famously would bare. A smirk of cunning intention would crease his lips as he marched towards the empting lady, making no efforts to cease his gait as he would aim to clash firmly with her shoulder, breath hot over her scruff as his body trembled, ?What a pleasant surprise, my moonlit beauty.?

OOC: This can be wrapped up quickly to save it dragging on forever between us both?

It would be soon that a chill swept past her spine as the wind collides against her small figure. Her king would arrive- pushing softly against the centre of the sirens shoulder. As the gaze traces over his features a smile would twist against her lips. Renesme had her desires tonight, and with that Isardis would correspond just as freely. His breath would tease her skin and it would only be a matter of time. " You knew this time would come, isardis." A purr; teasing and welcoming. She readied herself for her king. Her children will become as hurtful as a blade againt the skin. They will rise to be superior. Byakuro would have siblings.