Beauty in the mist

Balancing on the limb, Clove fell silent and peered into the fog surrounding the tree, waiting for Akito’s silhouette to appear. The anticipation and excitement were thrilling- butterflies swarming in her belly, ticking her throat until she almost giggled. Was he going to find her? Was he going to keep walking? It was similar to the thrill of a chase- and being a huntress, she truly enjoyed these playful games of strategy, especially with a boy she liked. Thoughts of Akito filled her mind as she waited- his handsome starry pelt, those defined, masculine features, and his big broad shoulders and chest. Oh, and he was so roguishly tall, and strong enough to whisk her off her feet in a dance. She blushed again just thinking about it!

Clove? She hears her name in the distance, her heart fluttering in excitement. He was getting close! Settling in tighter, trying to make herself look smaller, Clove froze and waited up in the tree. Finally, the tall, burly figure of Akito materialized from the fog. Her breath caught in her throat and it suddenly felt tight- especially when he called her name again. Beside him was a big dog- he’d mentioned having a companion before, but this was her first time seeing it - and she hoped it wouldn’t give her hiding spot away. Silence settled in the small clearing, those azure and amber-colored eyes of hers peering down at the top of his head. And his little horns. She’d never seen him from this angle before- it made her realize just how big he was.

Akito looked away from the tree's base, peering off into the forest, possibly considering moving on. Oh no, he can’t! Not before he sees her cool hiding spot. Not wanting him to leave so soon, she makes a bold choice- knocking a little piece of bark off the branch, watching as it fell and bopped him on the head. Oops. Well, it might catch his attention at least.


"Clove Carpathius"