You can Count on Me?

The light chill of the seas would overwhelm the mascaline body as Siarvon gently crosses from island to island, only to give a quick glance to each one. The waters would ripple at each movement of the strong pistons. Theres a reason for everything, yet something made him travel the whole way here, but for what? It was a few more minutes before the brute reaches the island, the exotic paradise. It was this place that grabbed the mans attention. Clawing at the golden sands would he arise, gaining back his regular 40" build. The unusual looking birds would sweep the air in front of the twin pools, singing there dailing song. Ignoring his very presence.

A low gruff would escape the ebony lips before pacing forward, the sandstone pelt appearing to be a messy, wild look. The edge of the lips would curl slightly at the scent of a woman, Aurora. What brings the albino mistress all the way here, to a place that looks so foreign to Siarvons eyes. Instinctively he would check out her where abouts, to see what exactly she was doing. The salt from the waters made his pelt more gritty, sticky even. Yet the sounds of a flowing stream would lead him the way.

There it was. A body laying in the middle of a bedding of ferns. " A.. Aurora?" he would whisper, tracing the curves of her ear, before seeping into the lobes. Slowly reaching to the ivory womans side would Siarvon dip down his cranium, his muzzle inches away from her dimpled cheeks, looking her over. His Exhaled breath from his black leathered flares, gently touching against her angelic features. It was then and only then would he nudge her delicate bodice, to wake her up from the nightmare she was set in. It was obvious, with all the whimpering and shifting, she must be uneasy by it.

ooc: This is probably a really short post compared to yours, sorry!D: