your love's a drag, but I need it so bad

The rain fell softly as if it knew of the hardships both behind and ahead. Each droplet alighted on the cinnamon Goddess skin with just enough coolness too command her mind to the present, to pull her away from the pain of the past and the uncertainty of what was to come. The beads over her face, more numerous than even the golden jewellery that adorns her reptilian-like bodice, joined to wash over her in a delicate cascade of trickles, gather over her ebon, long eyelashes that were acting like a veil over the babe beautiful visage. She raised her fiery orange lenses to the grey layer that touched every mountain top, there was more to come before the skies cleared, of that she could be sure.

It was time for the babe to seek shelter of she was cursed to spend her time in the pour rain. Gods smiles upon the Goddess from above for she found the entrance to a cavern in due time. She half-dreaded that moment when she would pass through the arch into the claustrophobic dank moments later because in the river-smelling darkness her auditory system would hear, unnaturally loud, the suck of the downpour outside against the paving stones and the slow drip of water from the low roof of the cave. She quickened her pace, unaware that she was not alone until the scent hit her, far but close enough to be a possible threat. A masculine musk, she was caertain it was a male and a rogue one at that which made him immensely more dangerous to her than a member from another, unknown pack.



hear ye', hear ye'