Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea

Mariah's lithe figure glided effortlessly through the field of wildflowers, her silver eyes flickering with each step. Sunlight danced on the petals around her, casting an ethereal glow that highlighted her every move as she descended the lush cliffs. The air was alive with a symphony of sounds - the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, the gentle hum of insects - all harmonizing to create a serene backdrop for Mariah's journey. And yet, there was still and undertone of danger present in this idyllic setting. One that couldn't be forgotten based on the sharp descent to the ocean just off the cliffside- the waves crashing at their containment echoing in the distance.

As she navigated the path, the sudden sight of a colossal wolf caught her attention. His presence was commanding, and Mariah couldn't help but be drawn to the inexplicable grace that seemed to emanate from his hefty frame. His obsidian silhouette, adorned with scars. Beautiful scars. Like those of which she had never seen. What was their story? What was the condition of their making on a face no much older than her own? The verdant fire within his eyes reflected the world around him, and Mariah found herself captivated by the cold gaze that returned it.

The stranger's unwavering focus and unwavering determination were etched in the shadows of his features, a silent force that beckoned her curiosity. His brow furrowed as he surveyed the vast plain before him, his impatience palpable in the tense set of his jaw. Unbeknownst to him, Mariah's silver eyes traced the intricate patterns of scars that covered his body, each one bearing witness to a story of survival and resilience. Despite her attempts to resist, she couldn't help but feel drawn to this enigmatic figure, his presence exerting a magnetic pull on all her senses. She didn't even know who this man was. She had to.

Mariah's attention was drawn to the stranger beside her, who was deeply engrossed in studying the plant life around them. She couldn't help but notice the smirk playing on his lips, a mix of amusement and irritation evident in his expression. His keen eye picked up subtle differences and she could see the intensity with which he approached this task. It was clear that he was completely absorbed in his observations, and Mariah found herself admiring his dedication and focus.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, an inexplicable rush of emotions and desires swirling through her. The air around them seemed charged with a mysterious attraction, as if nature itself was conspiring to bring them together. Mariah couldn't resist contemplating the stranger before her,  a mere spectator in the greater picture of existence. His rugged appearance, adorned with scars and guarded by secrets, held a certain allure that resonated with her curious mind. She could hold herself back no longer, her paws drawing her closer to him without the conscious decision being made to do so. "Your scars, they're so beautiful. Unique, rather ..." She finally voiced on a lighter tone as she approached a more conversational distance. It was hard not to stare at them. But as she redirected her attention to his impossibly emerald gaze, she was ensnared.