Sirens song

OOC: Gonna do the Nav skill thing here <3

He bathed in the springtime sun atop the perfect perch. He had searched the miles of scattered rock and rivers for the tallest rock he could find. The best sun would be there and he could brighten the colors of his pelt, currently, his plumage was darker, the colors were more full and held more heat. He hated how the winter darkened him - and staying in the caves of the north hadn't helped him any. The yellows of his coat weren't so bad, but the deep purple of his skin and the darker blues, purples and black of his fur were killing him. It had taken him ages, but those pale eyes finally found the perfect rock, and the one he had been searching for the whole time. With a satisfied rumble, the celestial beast scaled to the top, clawing his way over the face of the rock until he stood above everything else.

He could see for miles! White eyes widened as he took in the foggy morning light, though a bit of sun filtered through enough to light up the pale stone faces of the rock garden. Rocks of every size littered the area, and between them ran either bright green grasses that were mostly moss and clovers or small to medium-sized streams that were perfect for fishing and drinking. The rocks and moss filtered the water here and made it cool and crisp to the taste, so refreshing one could forget to breathe! The fish were sweet and plentiful, especially during the spring. Gehenna lay atop the self-made throne, feeling as though he owned everything his eyes landed on. With a broad yawn that showed off his very extensive weaponry, the galaxial male stretched and looked over the lands as he pondered over the chances to do something with himself that would leave a lasting impression on the world.

What exactly was there to be done? How far could he go as the direct descendant of the heavens? The sky was literally the limit to him and he smirked to himself just before his white gaze happened to strike metaphorical gold. The wolf was feminine featured, beautifully colored with ivory, silvers, and a deep pewter along her back. The perfect storm, and as she looked around, her face painted with concentration as she fished the banks, Gehenna quirked a dark black and deep blue brow. Bright red flashed as she lunged, and what followed next had Gehenna up on his dark paws, the black pitchfork that ran along his spine was raised and he felt a true alarm as her yelp rang along the rocks to reach his ears.

Instinct demanded he answer her call for aid, and he turned on dark black and starry heels then leaped from the rock and ran as fast as he could toward the woman. he reached the bank of the small river, tossing his purple, blue, yellow and black frame into the water and reaching to grasp her scruff between his fore-teeth and bottom teeth, careful with his sabered canines as he attempted to hold onto her sodden form. His corded muscles bulged with the effort to swim for shore as soon as he caught her, dragging her with him as he went with the current until he could reach the bank. At this point, he hauls them up and scrambles while dragging her up the side of the river and onto dry, solid ground. Afterword, with panting breaths, he would make sure she was alright. He wasn't sure what demanded he save her from drowning rather than watch as he would have any other time. Maybe it was her ethereal beauty or the fact that even as she fell she was graceful, but something made him want to help. He would watch her, fighting the war within himself as to why he would risk so much for someone he never met.