Build Me A Legacy [Naamon]

*Naamah* · 05-17-2017, 11:04 AM

There was one place Naamah liked to frequent during Auster's dry season, it was a place of plenty this time of year. Grapevines would be full to bursting and she could be the wraith that haunted its halls. Her dark grey paws ate up the ground easily as she made her way to the cathedral at a leisurely pace. Lilith was eerily silent in her mind with the onset of the Austerian winter, and Naamah knew what was on the dark entity's mind. That shadowy beast of a male who plagued her every thought, he was to blame for her companion's hush-hush attitude. Lashing her darkly colored tail, Naamah does not rest until the smell of grapes, deer, and squrriel entered her nostrils. Birds sing, there is the chittering of squirrels and jays in the trees and bushes. Heavy hoof steps told her of deer nearby, though they were getting further away with every stride. She had spooked the herd, and that was enough to cause a chain reaction of silence to flow through the area.

It was a trickling effect, the birds silencing themselves first, then the rest of the surrounding area seemed to hold its breath as she took her first few steps onto the cathedral grounds. They would not annoy her today, even the creatures knew better than to mess with the woman during the dry season. The silence was almost oppressive, but it allowed her to hear something else. There were paw steps nearby, Naamah pricking her sensitive ears to listen closely, testing the air with her nose. His dark cologne whispered on a soft breeze, her mind easily recognizing and picking it out over the sweet smell of the grapevines. Mismatched garnet looks in the direction of the breeze to find the dark shadowy outline of a massive wolf walking toward her. Quickly, the wicked goddess leaps onto the broken pedestal of an old, long fallen statue. Laying down as if she had been there the whole time, her spot is bathed in sunlight and framed by two large oak trees that have a trellis of grapes between them.

She does her best to look bored with the terrain, and looks up in feigned exasperation, as though she would start spilling her deepest laments to the heavens at any moment. What questions would the male be asking her today? She was very aware that her scent was everywhere in her little hideaway, though she tries to hide the smile that she feels creeping up on her face.

"Naamah" "Lilith" Think Scroll over for translations.

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