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Aurielle

Loner

Master Intellectual (240)

Master Fighter (255)

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age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
212
size
Medium
build
Balanced
posts
768

The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3Critical Fail!Valentines 2020
05-20-2020, 06:35 PM
Aurielle Adravendi

His side pressed into her shoulder, and she soaked in the provided support with a sigh. When he didn’t open the gift, though he did rest one big paw on it. That pensive look from when he’d asked her to come here with him was on his face, and she listened as he felt his way through what he had to say.

Most of what he said to begin with were things he’d spoken of before, and she smiled softly, hoping that others would feel the same way— “Because of you.”

Come again? Her?

Was this what love of this kind felt like? He wanted an answer, certainly, and her eyes dropped away as she thought, though her smaller form leaned into him. She’d had long enough to consider everything with Amos. She’d realized that had he stayed; she may well have solidly fallen in love. It had already begun.

She turned her mind to the times with Red, and in general since he’d become a part of Valhalla. She trusted him with her life and… her heart. She must have inherited her father’s oblivious nature after all, because now, with context… he’d been telling her his heart for seasons now. A crooked smile touched her lips, amused at her family’s tendency for blindness to the best things.

He was still waiting, and she looked back up at him, a sure smile on her features. "Cén fáth go bhfuil mo theaghlach chomh dall lenár gcroí go dtí go gcuirtear ar oscailt dúinn é?"

There was a deep warmth, which was her usual tone with him to begin with, but she hesitated before lifting enough to brush a soft kiss against his muzzle, testing the waters, and looking within for some answer. It was like a click of a puzzle piece falling into place.

It was sure, it was true, and she didn’t hesitate with her answer. Especially when her own body was clamoring its agreement, too. And dear gods, was that fierce…

"Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin. Níor ghlac sé ach é a chur os mo chomhair chun é a dhéanamh amach. De réir cosúlachta ritheann sé sa líne."

She didn’t want to wait, now that she knew what this was... But she still held back nose pressed into the fur at his jaw, eyes watching him for some response.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.