The cold moves in only to meet the warmth of the autumn mistress blood, her defence against such ice. She felt it wash over her isabelline-white skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of her heart, again and again. There was one more thing in order for her ritual to be complete and that was for her to be completely emerged in the purification of the water. Even more so than last year. she would offer her sultry purrs, appearing more of a feline than lupine in timbre but oh well, she had matured over the year that passed them. Time hold no candle to her beauty and like wine, she became finer with years. I would be honored to join you, love. she shifted her weight and it took only a moment for her to vanish underneath the water. Cold grasping at her very being, stinging like ice on her slender frame. The cold that had seemed mild at first now numbed her face and extremities. What residual heat she had absorbed on shore was gone, it had been her buffer, but unwittingly she had squandered it believing his thick coat equal to the task of preserving her body heat. It was only for a moment though and the autumn babe resurfaced upon the water line and moved her frame towards him, towards the shore. Upon reaching it she shook her pelt from the droplets that hang upon her earthen pelt, clinging to her reptilian bodice and cascading in spidery tendrils. What is it that you are doing? her eyebrow arched in question as she closed the distance between them, gaving small tremors as each teacup paw moved in front of the other.
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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!
