melisande




⥼ Small toes splayed on the cool dirt as she went on briskly. Not a sound it seemed as she made way to the Grapevine Cathedral. Unbeknownst to her that this would later be her favored space: one of calm air and stillness. A luxury to have in a world of wolves. Her solitary life thus far seemed to come to a bittersweet end; bouts of nostalgia filling her mind occasionally.

The peaceful energy was atmospheric, enticing her to venture deeper on. An inviting aura was a hard one to deny and so she decided to make camp for the rest of the evening. Gleaming rays of sunlight twinkling above her from the canopies of almost full trees and warm air delighted her senses as she scanned the scenery before finally halting. Thin arms folding beneath her lithe form as she laid upon her inky belly, crimson fur kissing the cold grass.

she breathed slowly as she began to close her eyes. If one could listen intently, they would hear the softest song she hummed to herself. A melodic purr that soothed her furthermore and one that invited her to sleep.⥽    



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The God was filled with great rage. His message had been sent, he was sure of it. The way his daughter moved had changed, she was more paranoid, more observant. It was becoming harder to watch her from afar – and this infuriated him. No longer could he watch her from a distance, savoring her sweet scent, her feminine musk, that beautifully grown face.

Ah, but.

He happened across a new scent, one of cinnamon. How could he not follow it to its source? On ivory paws he moved silently, his sleek form moving so easily onward.

The girl, oblivious to his presence, exuded an aura of peace and serenity, a stark contrast to the chaos that often engulfed their world. Setekh observed her once he had discovered her, intrigued by the tranquility that seemed to radiate from her very being. It was a rare sight indeed, a fleeting moment of calm amidst the storm. It left his thoughts a swirling maelstrom of yearning to infect that serenity with his presence.

As she settled upon the grass, her form illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the canopy above, Setekh found himself drawn to her, compelled by the ethereal beauty that surrounded her. He watched, silent as the night itself, as she closed her eyes and let out a soft hum, a melody that danced upon the air like a gentle breeze. He could not refrain from meeting her, knowing her, and so he cut through the foliage like a knife; his voice a velvet whisper. “Greetings. My sincere apologies for disturbing your rest. May I inquire about the melody you were humming?”

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melisande




⥼she's awoken by a masculine voice; a gentle one that sends her right ear flickering & hum ceased. she becomes slowly alive once again, her lashes batting softly as she looks up at him then. a handsome tall male of a solid alabaster colour, adorned by a hotter gaze. her own garnet orbs kiss them with curiosity, engaging in them with imbued innocence. she lacks hesitancy as she stretches her neck upwards while lifting her head, aiming to greet his chest with her wet ebony nose. inhaling his cologne with secret intrigue before pulling back, daring to remain in her relaxed lay.
twinkling eyes peer up at him while she smiles softly. their size difference quite immense as she begins to ponder of him before answering his inquiry. "You are no disturbance. A pleasure, perhaps. But not a disturbance." Her words are sweet, and effeminate. laced with a whisper like tone. somehow as gracious as her aura. inviting, maybe. "It is a song my mother use to sing me."⥽


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Setekh's molten gaze met the girl's own as she stirred from her not quite slumber, her response to his presence a delicate dance of curiosity and innocence. He observed her with a mixture of intrigue and intensity, his own gaze holding a depth of wisdom and restrained desires. It was not his game to brutalize the body, the mind however? Sublime! Oh, but what of her chime?!

As she extended her neck to greet him, her obsidian nose pressing against his chest, Setekh was stricken by her boldness, her lack of hesitation in his otherworldly presence. He inhaled deeply, savoring the mingling scents of her perfume and his own cologne, a play of fragrances that stirred something primal within him. What a beautiful creature. What shall he teach her?!

Her twinkling eyes met his own, her smile soft and beguiling. Madness threatened to overcome him.  Setekh found himself drawn to her, captivated by the sweetness of her words and the gracefulness of her aura. She is wine! Fine wine! And he was an alcoholic, tempted by pools of red that seemed so drinkable.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Setekh replied, his voice a low melodic rumble that dropped sweetly from his maw. "And to hear the song that binds you to your mother's memory. I find myself honored." The Ivory Prince gazed down at her, beckoning more speech from her, more shameless fleeting touches. The gift of her tangible soul.

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⥼he is mannered with exceptional etiquette- blooming inside her a larger than before curiosity. where was he from?- who did he love? who heard his melodic sweet nothings all night long? she bit her lip in the slightest way, tempted to speed their introduction up and fertilize their potentials. yet she holds back, making sure not to overwhelm him. but his eyes asked for more somehow.. persuading her.
he's pleasurable to her ears: his voice that was velvety & sweet. his expression was a sultry one with an unwavering gaze making her body shift with the first feelings discomfort. as if her seat was too warm to bear.. slowly, she hitches herself up, coming to an elegant sit while her eyes followed him still. bright and unpolluted. the male held an air of intensity around him, but still felt gentlemanly to her naive perception. if only she had a name to call him by. "May I know your name?"⥽


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Setekh relished the delicate dance of curiosity blossoming within her gaze, stirred by the magnetism that seemed to emanate effortlessly from his being. It was what lured his beloved ones to him. Her bitten lip, tantalizingly tempting, betrayed her desire to yield to him. Ah, ah not yet. Did she dare succumb to the temptation that simmered between them so soon? His molten gaze silently implored her for more, coaxing her to unravel the layers of her being before him. His snowy coat did nothing in terms of fortitude to ease the warmth that began to burn through his veins. Sweet girl, precious little pearl.

As she gracefully adjusted her position, her eyes remained steadfastly locked onto his, bright and entirely his for the moment. Just as he was hers for this fleeting moment. Despite the aura of intensity that enveloped him, Setekh carefully maintained a facade of gentlemanly charm, concealing the grotesque wickedness that lurked beneath the surface of his otherworldly beauty.

In response to her inquiry for his name, Setekh's lips curled into a knowing smile, his gaze holding hers with pure captivation. “My name is Setekh,” He purred, his voice a low, delicious rumble that hinted at a promise. “But you, my dear, may call me whatever you desire.” The God’s words hung in the air, laced with subtle mischief, inviting her, offering her a taste of control over him.

Setekh, emboldened by the tension between them, leaned in slightly – closing the already narrow gap between them. “And what of you?” Setekh's voice was a velvet whisper, his breath grazing against her skin. “What name graces the lips of one as enchanting as yourself?” His eyes, ablaze with a hunger for the knowledge of her name, bore into hers as though he would see right into her very soul.

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⥼his charm was undeniable. nipping at her every side, filling her up without her consent. she never suspected anything behind his sweeter mask.. so naturally, she came easily undone for him. a shameful thing really; so pure & naive. unbeknownst to her, the darkness that swelled inside the man: "Setekh." She tasted it, reality becoming vibrant as her garnet eyes poised on his own. two different types of flames drinking one another. she swallowed then, allowing him to come near-, his hot breath toying with her locks of reddish fur. his words teased her own dimmed inferno, creating a warm inside her girth. she was perhaps for the first time.. interested. "Mélisande. Are you married?," her voice whispered, brows slightly furrowed at the serious inquiry. her futuristic efforts obvious in her question; telling him all, with heart on her sleeve for the world to see.⥽


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Setekh's gaze glowed with amusement, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he regarded her. Her innocence was like fragile glass, ready to shatter at his slightest touch, and yet, it only served to fuel his fascination with her. These dainty things, with their delicate sensibilities, oh they were his favorites. And my, how forward she was. “Married?” He echoed, his voice a low purr that retained his honey-like temptation. “Ah, Mélisande, so curious aren't you? I admire wonderment, it is… charming.” He praises the red woman, drinking in her feminine figure and the curvature she offers so readily for his swirling orbs to consume.

Leaning in closer, his breath mingles with hers, a heady mixture of warmth and allure. She speaks so softly, yet for all intents and purposes her body is the picture of provocativity. He is eager, bridled by his love for his games, lust filling his veins the longer he beheld her. “Mm. You know, it’s difficult,” The God murmured, his voice a velvet caress against her ear that he so badly wished to swipe his silvered-tongue over, and she would taste so divine, wouldn’t she? “The connection between two souls, that… spark that ignites when they collide.” His words were laden with implication, a steadily increasing urgency he hoped would make the interaction go smoothly.

With a gentle brush of his lips against her skin, Setekh pulled back slightly, teasingly, his gaze still fixed on hers with immortal intensity. He raises a gentle paw, trailing his touch down the side of her cheek if she allows. Not letting up the anticipation he wished to instill within her core, “It is hard to find. But if you so desire to know,” He continued, his tone veiled in mystery and husk, “I am beholden to no one.” There was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, a hint of the abyss that lurked beneath his charming exterior. Of course he would easily smile after he finished speaking, his enjoyment of her company clear on his handsome ivory face.

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