Pool of Moonlight

"Ah, I was originally hunting but an interesting scent hit my nose, it was so light and crisp... I do believe it was filled with... What's that scent?" Extensive paws slithered forward upon the ravishing atramentous woman; visionaries of endless sea cascading forth from his sights as he decided to pause for a moment in respect, in allurement. He would count the times in his head, every instant he'd been struck in a motion of halt by the mere entrance of the opposite sex... And there were none. He kept reeling back in his cerebration, searching, spinning himself dizzy as he took it all in. She needed a crowd, a standing ovation.

The applauds, the drawing of the curtains, the lights dappling her moon crescent flesh with flecks of crackling gold; confetti streaming directly along her raging eyes as he felt his own pools of ocean wash upon her silken shores. An extinguisher, no, no, a creator of land, of earth. As his muscular neck pulled itself from her body, those seafoam eyes of his remained attached to her gaze, its waves frothing over her time and time again as if he were scanning for something he'd missed before. Yet, he found nothing. Nothing other than the scent he had been taken by earlier.  "Ah, yes... Lavender, jasmine, and Nomades." He mused, gullet filled with bubbling purrs of satisfaction, canid fangs poking from his jowls as he felt his visage etch itself into a smile. She fascinated him, yes, very much so. The way she held herself with confidence, stinging those beneath her. Where was the top? Below her feet where it belonged. 'Oh, have mercy upon my thoughts, m'goddess, for you know not what it does and will do.'

He chuckled, finally lifting those oceanic orbs from her to gently place them on that of the forest around her. She spoke words that were foreign to his brain, and the flavour of it was something he longed to hold more often. It wasn't every day he grasped a greater education. "Your name... it's Aurielle, correct? You're a ruler out there somewhere, that I know, but where... That part evades me." He adjusted his look to that of a concerned gentleman, nodding his head at her, but that glint of amusement never left his gaze.

atop his head a crown of thorns   ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦