Crashing Tides [open]

Ghosts appearance was without flaw. Every languid stand of ivory fur billowed about her, seemingly defying gravity. She was gorgeous in every sense of the world, her body possessed all of the gentle curves of a female, her waist was trim and neat her chest barreled and yet still delicate. Not a strand of fur glided out of place, not a touch of dirt marred her flesh, beauty seemed to crash upon her. Her eyes did not stray from the ocean as the sound of paws approached her. She smelled of pines and perhaps a touch like Octavian, it had not been long ago when he had goaded her into playing in the river.

He stalked beside her and finally grey eyes left the gentle crashing of the sea to gaze upon her sudden companion. He was stunning, like she, his coat immaculate, fluent, flowing, she wondered vaguely if it was a much of a guise as her own. her tail languidly dipped from one side to the other, neither confirming nor denying her joy or lack thereof at the sudden company. Jaws slid apart and her voice melodic and soft vibrated her larynx.

"Hello Sir Flores. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am called Ghost." Almost whimsical in its delivery the dame befitted her name too perfection.