The Little Mornings
The unfortunate truth was that Malalia was still young enough for that “not like other girls” phase to rear its ugly head. She’d felt mildly confused, growing up and seeing the older females suddenly close in on themselves when they started to smell a certain way. Couple that with her mother’s matter-of-fact approach concerning the birds and the bees, and you got a young woman, wholly unprepared for the raging freight train that was her first season. She'd thought it would be a simple, natural bodily function, as easy as breathing, but... well.
Her eyes opened in the darkness of her den, squinting at the entirely new pain in her gut. Friggin' ouch. And the smell of her... gods, was it really that strong? The poor girl could only curl in on herself as yet another cramp rippled through, and silently begged forgiveness for the sin of ever thinking that this shit “wasn’t that bad”.
Mother Nature was probably laughing her ass off at her idea of a birthday present....
Malalia flopped over onto her belly, scrambled to her feet and emerged from her den, grateful for the breeze that ruffled her fur. Without even a cursory stretch, she bolted across the plains. It was slow going, but once she passed the border, a sense of relief took hold of her. No one had to see her like this, not until she could... get a hold of herself. The night wore on, the sky growing lighter as dawn approached, and she eventually found herself at the south bank. She paced the riverside, contemplating sinking down between the slippery stones to lower herself into the sluggish current... Mala really didn't want an ice bath, though. Plopping her rear on the shore, her eyes looked forlornly over the waters. Maybe she could just hide until it was over...
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
It had taken some convincing, and an awkward compromise (apparently lemur and monkey hands could milk wolves… but… at least the pups would be well fed in the few days she would be gone) for Paladin to let Aurielle head eastward. Her strength had returned, and while her pups were not yet weaned, they were less dependent than they had been. Over her back was a set of saddle bags, stuffed with western herbs and supplies that their ally, Abaven, would likely not have in ready amounts.
Ayodele was with her, happy that Spring had sprung and the weather would be warming up, and Loshir… well, had vanished. She wasn’t certain where the mountain cat had gone off to, but neither of his parents, Regulus’ companions since she’d been a pup, were worried. If anything, they looked expectant. Maybe this was part of the training.
Her steps paused as she reached the river, a scent wafting into her nostrils. It was Malalia, but matured. Ahhh… The first heat. She snorted softly in amusement at the memory of her first. She glanced back at her saddlebags, a smile quirking her lips before she followed her nose to find the newly-minted woman.
She found Lia staring at the water with a sort of lost, very discomforted look, and she had to wonder if the girl had managed to get “the talk”. Her own parents had drummed it all into her head at a very young age, Regulus not wanting her to be as oblivious as he had been. It had still taken Red laying it out in front of her to realize he loved her. Aurielle called out gently, “Hello, Lia. Is everything alright? You look upset.”
It would be better to ease into the conversation, she decided. Padding forward she took a seat nearby, leaving it up to the young woman to decide if she wanted to close the distance.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.