The moon was up in its mesmerizing form, glistening a silver over the pack lands. With a small push Renesme would arise to sit and look towards its beauty, her small silhouette becoming outcasted against the darkness. Thoughts would create into the mind, twirling and dancing as they transform into memories. Her son had arrived to the lands of alacritis and with that the mystical siren had problems of her own to face. If he comes here, what'll happen? Perhaps shooing him away would save him, and even her the hassle of it all. With a sigh rolling from the tip of the salmon tounge, her lids would flicker shut, her peacefulness something of which is a surprise to her. It was quiet, its silence circling her whole- wrapping its web around the slender build.

The scent of crushed rose petals would lead that way to the oracle. Her allure something so bewitching; seething Its something she's beginning to accustom to in her own little way. The floor beneath her paws became numb to its bitter chill- snow was something so common around here, almost impossible to get rid of unless where in the middle of summer. The long, thick ivory locks hang loosely, swaying side to side as the winds would cradle her gently and before long the woman would lay upon the earth, silent- capturing the moment.

The admiringly long, wispy tail would stray away, becoming vertically in line with the skeletal spine. Before loosening herself up- the muscles relaxing, she'd slowly drifting away from the bitterness of reality. Escaping all the lies, the frustrations and annoyance set towards all the other wolves as she enters the immortal realm where anythings possible. The heavy sounds of her breath would lighten as her levels would change to a low, calm state. Sleeping out in the open was a bad habit, yet The capriana did not care, after all she was in the packlands.

And so the snow would begin to return, casting dusted carpets over crisped vegetation; crackling beneath the ghoul as he would saunter with purpose, aware of the woman?s short proximities. Gliding, he would sight her, illuminated by the gentle cast of silver moonlight; a shifting mass of pallid against the dark night, falling to the earth beneath her with admirable grace as she would find no hassle in discovering a more appropriate bed. It would tickle his pride to see his people comfortable, to see the enchanting woman found a peace within the knowledge of protection. Good, for Isardis and his forces would crush any who attempted to threaten Glaciem and all it stood for.

A low chuckle would suggest his arrival, effervescing from coral lips as he found a meek amusement within her rest; no desire to give her space The King would continue until he stood less than a metre from her huddled form, admiring her delicacy as he would sway silently above his position, elegant tail flitting weakly at his hocks. ?Even in slumber she is enticing,? smirk would twitch the mans lips, ruby gaze tracing the delicacies of her body, ?What tires you so, silver temptress?? From memory, the vixen was a product of allure, a fiery attitude pressing beneath her pores.

She would lay against the snow, the silver glow radiating over the feminine bodice in its mesmorizing glory. The angel would appear, his colour far more brighter then hers as it would swoop over. Laying still would she listen to him drawing nearer, closing the distance with his sways. The scent of crushed rose petals would lead the way, leaving an alluring perfume for those to follow the womans track. Lust would poisen her stream, sicken the thoughts and twist her ideas. The rib cage would expand with the deep intake of oxygen, until fluttering the thick lashes across the heavenly voids until his intoxicating allure captures the oracle whole.

The blood kissed lips where warm; moist and sweet with desire, her figure remaining in its relaxed position against the snow- alone, wanting nothing more then to press against his porcelain flesh. " What allures you so?" the sultry European accent traces against the lobes and tickling the fine hairs. The woman would fall silent, lifting herself up in a swift; agile movement- twisting and turning the bodice to drink in the mascaline beauty as he bathes in the night. So large, so enticing would he stand a meter away, teasing the femora's wants. A small, delicate white rose she appears to be, the curves and soft silk, an immortal beauty captured inside of the darkness, suffocated by blackened walls-that is she, the ex princess.

The boy that she had conceived and yet abandoned had arrived, It was a choice she had to make, tell her king or wait for the future to unravel strand by strand. It was an emotional moment, not once had he changed, except from his size. The admirable markings upon his face something even Renesme was fond of. "I have a son and he's arrived in the lands of alacritis" A few moments pause would fill in the gaps before flicking the tail against the floor. " And if he wishes to join this kingdom I would like to know, how will you treat him?" It may seem that Renesme is coming of as protective, yet it is curiosity that pulls her in. strives her forth.

He would watch with growing pride as his brood would remain coiled, ever-relaxed beneath his brilliance as her heavy lashes would seem to flutter with charm. She would take her time responding, allowing the albino to hover in silence, muscles quivering with thrill as she would so effortlessly entice him with her body. Alas, she would witfully avoid Her King?s questions, a spark of defiance igniting weakly behind her emerald eyes as he would breathe heavily; perhaps encouraged by her difficulty, by her willingness to toy. ?The reflection of the moon, as she so faultlessly touches the slopes of your hips, little dove,? right to business, he would chuckle weakly, ?I wonder so, if she would disapprove of interference.?

A false seducer my nature, the man would sway, though as the temptress would lift herself; it would quickly become celebrated that she bore far more talent for such kitten-like swerve than he. She would hover closer, and he would attempt to close the distance between them, an effortless stride bringing his colossal form to her shoulder, where an unsuspectingly firm attempt at contact would butt towards her slopes. Though she would speak again, lips tweaking with amusement as the temptress would morph to the figure of a concerned mother, and so effortlessly. ?Ah, the beauty is a mother; what a shame to know you have been spoiled by another?s unworthy seed,? he would leer tauntingly before refocusing, ?If he serves Glaciem well, I will treat him well. Fair, no??

The soft drift of the breeze would toy against her fur, ruffling and pushing against its locks. The moon would lead her king towards the outcasted female, defining Renesme in its silver lighting. A smirk would peel against the blood kissed lips at his comment, how he would so effortlessly make compliments to his winter rose. " The moon is quite something, it really does hold its immortal beauty out here." The hushed cooes would tease, before flicking the orb to take a glance towards the lights source. The space between them so slight, yet so far that not even the king could stay away. Closer he will tread, until finally making contact towards the femme with a swift- secure force against her shoulder blade. The tiara would curve up to hungrily gaze over- as Isardis would gaze down.

The scent of his musk would swirl around the slope of the muzzle before trailing down to tease her senses. A small, delicate paw would attempt to bury against the centre of his shoulder blade before gliding the cranium towardsthe side of his neck, to affectionately try and nuzzle and take in his mascaline perfume. Isardis was almost, if not double of the womans size, easily able to dominate over, but it never meant that she'd lack in her strengths and strong speech or even back down in her sinful ways.

The soothing of his deep baritones where like music to the sirens ears, as it'll answer the question rather firmly . " Someday it'll not be an unworthy seed- and the life I may bore will only fill you with pride as it will to me." The whisper would be no louder or less to here. The children she may have in the future will not grow up with a mother that'll drown them in affection- they'll be something of a magnificence. A new eerie reborn.

The temptress would respond with ease, her silky tones enough to shudder his skin with pride. Most of his broods aroused some sense of pleasure within the masculine angel, though there were those few that really knew how to prickle his hide. It seemed the mysterious and eerily charming Renesme would grow to be one of them, her silver and twisting form that of undeniable allure. He hadn?t felt the need to respond to her initial words, instead merely allowing ever-tweaking lips to suggest his pleasures. She would nuzzle at the crevice of his nape, a low growl echoing in his throat as his jaws would reach for her coloured ear, attempting to close incisors carefully about delicate cartilage. The albino had never been one for tender love, though nothing would slow his desire to express rigid lust. Her language would cause his jaws to shudder, leaning more-so into her contact as she so obliviously tempted him, ?She is as wise as she is beautiful. Though I quietly hope she is aware of the emotion she cleaves from her King? I am not always so tender in my ways, Miss Luna.? A shallow warning no doubt, would she be deterred or only encouraged?

The king would respond in a some what formal warning to her affection and it'd leave her all the more intrigued. A man that lusts for his kingdom and women, for them to bore his children yet it would seem he was foreign to such affection. No, it was not a complete turn of but in fact more of a turn on- well for Renesme anyway. Not once has a male done such a thing in front of the mystical siren and she loved it. the incisors would attempt to delicately clamp upon the cartilage to only have the small tiara back away, the earthly brown coated upon the ear would flick as the warmth of his breath captures and tangles around. The nose would scrunch up as Renesme would look him over. A smirk coiling upon her lips.

" A king that gifts no type of affection, You really do interest me, Isar." A coo would toy against his lobes before the woman would depart from his warmth, his feel and protection. The thick lashes would flick across the voids as the oracle would stand to the side of the large albino, drinking him over. The moon would still cower over and Renesme couldn't help but just gaze at it " I heard war will soon break out, is that true?" The cranium would raise as the sentence before swiping the thoughts away. But if it was a possibility, we need more warriors to stand a chance and perhaps The pale woman new exactly how to get them.

She would resist his attempts to clasp her ear, sending a surprised hiss of mild displeasure skimming shuddering pipes. Though alas he would calm, if she opposed his touch he would let her come to him. Yet she seemed to only draw farther away, sinking to his side as she would rest emerald gape upon ruby spheres; lips tainted by pleasure as she would speak, the male retracting from her proximities, ?It seems you have misunderstood my pearl?, for I was warning you of an unyielding lust, a superseding desire; as opposed to a void sense of mere affection.? Lips would tweak, a low chuckle fleeing the chasms of his throat.

Her next question would come as a surprise, the man?s smile fading lightly, pondering a safe response. Though if there was something Isardis believed he owed her, it was the honesty of her future, after all; perhaps she could have been of use? ?If I have a choice; I will make The Siege happen,? weight shifted tail batting at hocks, ?Alacritis needs to know it can?t walk all over us. We will come out superior, don?t you worry, little silver.? The thought would cross his mind, though only his best would fight, he found no real harm in questioning, ?Do you fight, or is your nature but a figment of your shell??

a smirk would coil against the lips, her exression remaining rather unreadable in the moment. The lower jaw would slacken before reaching to gaze upon his hues " It seems that I stand corrected." As soon as the white pearl would change the subject to war her kings admiring smile would be laced up into nothing but surpise. Taking a step closer her lobes would perk as the attention would remain upon the silken tune, before a nod to the tiara would be a simple enough answer " I agree, we will come out victorious." confidance riddled all around her- the soft accent was almost like a whisper as it'd sliver towards the king, a silence would be held in the air- its welcoming precense giving Renesme the chance to think.

The crown would raise as the long, silken tail would tap the hind legs " I fight, just like we all should. Yet it is only a mere fragment compared to others in the kingdom- you and Argent are rather formidable. Within time and practise im sure ill be able to help us win the war if it is to come." For a woman of her size she doesn't lack the ability, instead it makes her quicker on the paws to get away from big swipes. Renesme would gaze down to the earth, perhaps war was the answer to all questions.

OOC: Im sorry for the lack of muse- college is over riding me with courses and all and I guess it has to come first.