The young, beautiful femme padded silently across the sand, the moonlight reflecting off of her ebony pelt. Here on the ocean, the air was humid and warm, quite the change from the snow-coated North. Aphrodite walked slowly and seductively, her hips swaying from side to side, toned muscles rippling under lusciously silky fur. Lilac and silver eyes scanned the night sky, picking out constellations that her mother had shown her in what seemed like another lifetime. Aphrodite was on her own now, other than Persephone. Six months it had been since the twins had ran away from home. Most young girls would be terrified to be on their own, but Aphrodite loved it. She was free! The ebony mistress could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Not many wolves could claim that much freedom. Aphrodite waded slowly into the tropical waters, stopping just before the water hit her knees. Due to the cooler temperature of the air, the ocean water felt almost like the water in the hot springs, though not as warm. Aphrodite closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the sand between her toes. The girl bounded into the water, sending splashes far to either side of her body. Aphrodite loosed a care-free laugh, her vocals sounding much older than she was. After romping through the water for a few minutes, Aphrodite trotted out of the ocean, heading for the small river that ran through the center of the island. The girl took very much pride in her looks, and upholding her status of 'beauty queen' took quite the effort. Hence going to the river; Aphrodite wasn't about to let the salt from the ocean water crust over on her fur and make her look greasy. Oh HELL no, the girl thought. Aphrodite rinsed herself off in the river, then shook every droplet of water from her pelt. Returning to padding along the shore, the girls ebony fur dried in minutes. Speech

. FACTA NON VERBA . Zeke eyed the girl from his position atop a nearby dune. It struck him that she was like a shadow, like a piece of the night sky come down to earth. She had that same, melanistic elegance. He had spent long hours laying on his back, staring up at the stars. He watched her crane her neck, and wondered what names she held for them. Where had she come from? More importantly, what was she doing on his beach? Well, not entirely his beach, but it was where he slept for now. He had yet to scent mark it of course, but did that really matter? Not that he felt any animosity at the intrusion, only a burning curiosity. He observed her for a while longer before she left the coast for a nearby flow of fresh water. Zeke rose and padded after her, lingering in her shadow. The way her hips swung from side to side had him grinning, and his pace quickened. He watched as she rinsed, trying to guess her name. She looks like a Nymira. No, a Larya. Kyra? Hmmm... He mused quietly until she stepped out of the stream, and he took that as his cue to move in. His neck was arched, his ears forward, a smirk playing on his lips. He chuckled at her dripping frame and said, "Well, well. Look was the cat dragged in. How's the night treating you, miss?" He turned himself broadside to look at where the waves crashed a ways off, displaying his tall, muscled frame broadside. What luck, that such a pretty little thing would wander his way on a night like this. Speech,

Aphrodite turned sharply, aware of a presence behind her. The girl's body twirled around with a smooth elegance, light on her paws. A brute stood before her, tall and muscular, his body like a temple. Aphrodite's bi-colored orbs raked his form up and down, appreciating his attractiveness. A smirk slowly grew across the ebony mistresses face. Oh yes, this male was handsome, and Aphrodite was feeling a bit.. lonely. She tilted her head slightly to the side as the brute spoke, filling the air with his rumbling timbre. Aphrodite felt a chill travel down her spine as the man turned his body slightly, displaying his physique, a body so perfect that Aphrodite had to catch her breath. "The night is treating me just fine, thank you." The girl's voice was a slow, seductive purr, almost feline in it's grace. Aphrodite slowly padded towards the male, this time her swaying hips a product of deliberate charm. The ebony fae twined herself around the male, her long, fluffy tail stroking down his side from shoulder to haunch. Aphrodite circled him, appreciating every inch of him. "My name is Aphrodite," she stated once she had returned to stand in front of him. "What might yours be, handsome?" Aphrodite winked, her seductive charms hopefully working. Speech

. FACTA NON VERBA . Zeke rumbled in approval as the little black minx twined about him. She was even better to look at up close and personal. And oh, how he loved 'personal.' He held back a shiver as her tail ghosted along his side, trying to save some face. Her voice was smooth and languid as rippling water. Something kindled in his gut. He chuckled, and rolled his shoulders, loosening up. "Handsome, eh? Well, we could just stick with that." He definitely liked the ring of it. "Or Zeke, if it suits you better." A warm breeze rolled in off the ocean, carrying with it the smells of salt and far away places. It was black as ink, glittering under a full moon. Wisps of silver clouds rolled across the sky. The ochre and amber hued brute bumped the smaller vixen with one hip, threw her a wink over his shoulder, then tipped his head towards the beech. "What a beautiful night, huh? Made for company. Want to join me on the beach?" He stalked away slowly before waiting for an answer, shoulders flexed to ripple as he walked. He broke through the scrub until his paws were on fresh, clean sand once more. He breathed in deeply, letting every scent he could catch resonate in his brain. He smelled his past and his future, and the ebony scent of the present all at once. A smirk settled upon his features. Speech,

Aphrodite peered at the man through narrowed bi-colored irises, feeling a fluttering in her stomach and a surge of adrenaline rushing through her veins. She caught her breath in a quick gasp, tingles rushing all through her pelt. It almost felt like ants were crawling all over her body, and she suppressed the urge to wiggle around, which would have been quite unattractive. Zeke.. she though with approval. "A handsome name for a handsome man. However, I do believe I'll call you whatever I please." The girl said with a wink, sarcasm dripping from her words. The ebony fae shook her fur slowly and seductively, the moonlight playing off of the feathered tendrils, playing up the slight blue and green tint to her fur, the gloss looking like the feathers of a raven. Aphrodite smiled a secret little smile, knowing how attractive she was and playing it up to the fullest extent. She knew what she wanted at all times, and for now, it was the sandy colored man before her. Zeke then bumped her shoulder playfully and Aphrodite knew that he was interested. Ha! I knew it.. None of these boys can help themselves when it comes to the Goddess of Love. He asked her to join him on the beach, padding away before she could get a word in edgewise. Not wanting to seem desperate, Aphrodite walked slowly after him, never taking her eyes off of him. The pair arrived at the shoreline, and paused, Aphrodite pulling up next to Zeke, so close that their fur was brushing. The girl, a shadow in the night, glanced to her left at Zeke, or Mr. Handsome Mystery Man as she had dubbed him in her mind. It was only a matter of time, now.. She wanted to get things moving. Aphrodite padded past him, entering the water up to her ankles before she turned around to gaze at him. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she said with a lilt to her voice. Elegant brush waving slightly with the breeze, head held high, the girl looked a picture of beauty, an ancient statue carved from moonstone. Aphrodite smirked. "Come and get me." Speech

. FACTA NON VERBA . Zeke felt a chill ripple from the tip of his ears to the tip of his tail. It energized him and made him want to howl and run and dig his claws into the sand. The breeze coming off the water made him feel so alive! It blew his fur, pushing it this way and that; he could feel the moonlight in his veins. He was made for this. When the beautiful fae stepped up beside him, brushed his fur, he could not contain his smirk. Oh yes, he thought. This will do just fine. The ebony fae shimmied further into the water, and Zeke found himself transfixed by the way it rippled away from her form. He was transfixed by her, melding into his world. Come and get me, she said. Zeke chuckled, shifting the damp sand under his paws. Such elation was building up inside of him, he could hardly contain it. "Oh?" he rumbled. "Well, your wish is my command." He bunched his legs up underneath himself, and pushed off. He felt the sand, the shells, shifting beneath his power. He propelled himself into the air, enjoying the feel of the warm wind, and then crashed down into the water not far from where Aphrodite waited. I doubt that's what she meant, he thought to himself, laughing. He burst back to the surface, flinging a new spray of water up as his mane crested the surface. He could not contain a raucous laugh, thanking the moonlight for its existence, and the gods for creating the ocean. Speech,

OOC: I'm really sorry, but I'm turning Zeke inactive for right now :/ I have no muse for him at all at the moment. If you'd like a new thread with one of my other charries let me know and I'll set it up! Thanks for your understanding!