The air was quiet and calm in the expanse of the gaia. The landscape surrounding them smelled of freshness and age and earth, refreshing if not for the distraction that mars her mind and body and soul that her handsome companion provided. The stillness of the place shifts and moves, as if time itself shuffles its space to accommodate something that comes, and comes she does as she loses her grip, the ashen man ducking and slipping through her limbs right before her eyes. It did not took long for the babe to be on her back in the snow, pomegranate optics, glimmering in the light, filled with wonder and surprise. Well, well, there might be something to this man after all. It was more than meant the eyes. Cheater. she announced in a pur, a dramatic movement of her delicate tea-cup paw over her forehead. I declare myself defeated. she continued, her voice but a whisper, harmonious against the quiet breeze.
Hear my voice
come with me where the moon is made of gold
Warning: this is a mature themed character. She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!
