As the first hints of autumn's chill settled over Druid's Moor, Aurelia ventured into the heart of the mystical landscape. Her piercing gaze, reminiscent of stormy sapphires, swept through the fog-shrouded surroundings as she sought out the perfect materials for her latest endeavor. The softness of grey-green heather brushed against her paws, a subtle contrast to the ghostly mist that enveloped the land and seemed to muffle all sound.

As Aurelia walked towards the small, sunlit clearing, her gaze fell upon a patch of rich, dark earth. The sunlight seemed to cling to the soil, giving it a warm glow. Kneeling down, she ran her nails through the damp earth and felt its softness. Determined, she began to carefully dig, her claws sinking into the soil with ease. With each scoop, she unearthed clay - its smooth texture a stark contrast to the rugged earth around

"Aurelia Veratti"

Emerging from the underground labyrinth, Sephiran took a moment to shake the debris from his pelt before peering out into the mist. Despite the foggy veil, he could feel the sun’s warmth casting down on his back- bringing a wave of goosebumps to his flesh. The warmth of summer was fleeting- the season having morphed into fall throughout the western region. Soon, they would be met with cold fronts, and perhaps, thunderclouds and rainstorms. But the young Sultan wasn’t worried- the dens in the north would serve his band well, and he would take refuge in the dark corners of the subterranean.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"

She worked methodically, shaping the wet clay into a pile beside her as mist swirled around her in a silent dance. The scent of fresh dirt filled her nostrils and she reveled in the satisfaction of creating something from nature's own elements.

The smooth, cool texture of the clay was an essential component in creating the vials Aurelia needed. With her skilled touch, she molded and shaped the material, adding just the right amount of water from the abundance of saturated moss covering the ground to create a perfect consistency. Each twist and turn of her paws was deliberate, her focus unwavering despite the ethereal mist that drifted through Druid's Moor.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"

Peering out into the moor, it took his eyes several moments to adjust to the fleeting light. Here and there, the sun was able to penetrate through the fog and reach the ground- though, these places were far and few between. Releasing a snort and stretching out his back legs, Sephiran left the opening of his domain. Traveling through the mist with ease, trying to measure the alteration in viscosity as he traversed into thicker portions of fog. The towering circle of stones was far behind him now- and up above, he can hear the screeching of his falcon. Meaning, another band member was in the vicinity. Of course, he smelt her scent long before his falcon alerted him. That sickly sweet, intoxicating perfume that clung to a pelt of sapphire and charcoal. Aurelia.  

"Sephiran & Aurelia"

With unwavering focus and determination, Aurelia's skilled touch deftly gathered the smooth, cool clay. Her movements were deliberate and precise as she worked to mold and shape the malleable material. The mist that enveloped her only heightened her concentration, swirling around her in a dance as she added just the right amount of water from the lush moss covering the ground to achieve the perfect consistency. Every touch was intentional, every motion purposeful, as Aurelia poured her heart and soul into creating the foundation of something useful. After she had gathered a sufficient amount of the clumps of the rich brown substance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Finally rising to her paws, she surveyed the pile of clay before her, admiring its perfectly moist and pliable texture. Running her paws through it, she reveled in the cool, smooth sensation that reassured her of its quality.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"

Since their initial scouting mission, Sephiran hadn’t seen Aurelia in the Moor- he’d been busy ironing out the details of their move, and she spent a majority of her time revamping her herb collection. Or so he assumed. He hadn’t shown her the labyrinth of rare herbs just yet- no, she’d have to earn the right to enter his new domain. But in truth, Sephiran was feeling a bit… depraved. Having satiated himself with Kaino a few days prior, but he was itching for debauchery. Why not pay his plaything a visit?

Changing his course, he followed her scent through the mist until her dark silhouette appeared before him. The way her pelt faded in and out of the mist through the bleak lighting was almost… ethereal. A low rumble resonated from him- fading off into the clearing which fell eerily silent after.  


"Sephiran & Aurelia"

As the mist swirled around her, Aurelia's senses were heightened, alert to any movement or sound. She could feel Sephiran's presence looming nearby, his energy pulsing through the air. Turning her head slightly, she acknowledged his approach with a nod of her head, but her focus remained steadfast on her task at hand. With practiced precision, she plucked a piece of clay from the pile beside her, savoring its cool and earthy texture against her paw. With her slender claws, she worked the smooth clay between them, her touch gentle yet purposeful. She shaped it with practiced movements, each twist and turn executed with precise intention. Sephiran's presence was a mere background noise as Aurelia's focus remained unwavering on the task at hand. The cool, malleable material yielded to her skilled touch, taking shape under her unrelenting grip.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"