they say she's a floatin' hell

m é l i s a n d e



alone and exploring, she was one who enjoyed new scenery. boreas was lovely.. and she shared a like for the wolves met so far. with not much of a pack scent lingering on her at all, her sweet cinnamon scent wafted in the gentle breezes. dancing in her red fur as she laid on her belly, behind a chandelier of willow tree branches. a sort of luxurious space held here; a private getaway. trickling water from the hot springs romanticizing the land evermore as she breathed it all in.
but what's that?- ebon nares twitching at the smell of her. lashed eyes blinking as if what she saw was unreal. focusing her garnet gaze ahead to see the enormous stranger join near but not too close. perhaps a yard and some before melisande; her red eyes captivating on the other's form with delicious advantage.
mel's face is relaxed but her jowls hang slightly open as if to taste the air. her gaze easy but focused. swallowing in the other's image quickly as she scans over the goliath. painted with what looked like a forbidden aurora; a horned goddess from above born of the stars. an ethereal beauty walking amongst them. she nearly gasped in genuine reaction, in awe. nearly whispering, she said aloud to the other breathlessly, "You are.. the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen."


"talk" "think"