Trudging through the vast landscape, the young femme's phalanges crushed tiny petals of dead leaves beneath her, the soothing sound humming in her ear drums. The black phoenix prowled onward, sands of the Obsidian Beach implanted on either sides of the path she followed. High above her head, the tune of morning birds sang their song, the melody soothed her aching muscles as she had been traveling for some time now. It was their song that brought the quiet and distant fae to her senses, her dome rotating in the direction of a silhouette in the fading horizon. Fayelon hadn't known what it was, but it suddenly interested her and brought her rounding a corner to silently trail behind -- a fair distance between her and the stranger.
The wind carried the scent of the man and to her surprise he was alone, usually she found male specimens with one if not more, female companions. To her suspense, she drifted off to another world, wondering what he was exactly doing out here. Becoming increasingly curious, her absence of ones spoken remedies, let alone touch has been greatly missed by her inner goddess. Shaking her head to rid of the wonders of this male, the loner slithered her way further upon the man, her midnight black cloak gathered as much muscle fragments as she could to press together tightly so she didn't make a single rustle. Though not paying any mind to patches of grass below her, she had taken a step forward only to hear the loud crunch of the grass hidden beneath her weight. Fayelon's sapphire blue and ocean green propellers rolled in irritation, and this time she eased herself out to become less tense and more wary.
