Footsteps were slow and deliberate, a feeling akin to to most perfect of pleasures seemed to suddenly overtake her, relishing her paws in the depth that was he obsidian sands. Ebony and pink spotted pads would slowly seep into the black shining sands against the shore. A belly of fish satisfied the fae as she walked, though her delicate physique would fail to read off this bit of fact. As paws sunk into the warm sands, the heat had seemed to quit it's radiation upon her for the time being. Cloud cover overtook the skies like a blanket, shielding the heavens for a time of secrecy and privacy. As she wallowed through the sands, the sudden urge to lower herself into the obsidian dry sea seemed to overwhelm her. Orbs of lavender closed slowly, and with such a form of elegance, the white dove seemed to sink to the sand with such ease, like candle wax pooling into a solid form she seemed to fit it perfectly. Rigid hue which has seen more than a few days of travel seemed to part as she pulled herself gently along her side, gracefully lying where she was, allowing the heat of the sands from earlier that afternoon to warm the left side of her dial. Optics distant as they were closed, her mind escaping from the world even if only for a moment. Obsidian glitter stained her hue, sticking to parts of her side as she scraped through the warmth of the beach with pure bliss fueling it. Stopping with a gentle sigh, the fair dove lifted herself before her stomach, allowing her dial to lower and rest upon crossed fore-paws, even at a time of such enjoyment, the fae never seemed to fail at remaining so regal. Talk like this

Again did the man return to this littered beach. It was full of wonders...beauty beyond compare. And boy, did the man love beauty. He adored beaches and mountains, and the things they display to simply brighten the icky heart of a daemon. Over time, his cute self had been consumed and spit out into the black mass of absolute horror he is. The loss of his mate, his pups, his old pack...tainted his fluffy heart and caused it to split two ways. Rather saddening to think about it. The opportunities he could of had...the things he used to do. All gone. And for god's sake, he could of been a king! A father! ...A loving husband who actually stood to protect his mate. No. He let her slip away like sand in the wind. If only...she could of had her pups. So that he had something to live for. A daughter that reminded him of her... Burning, two-tone gaze would sweep the obsidian-littered beach, ebony fur blending in with the darkness of the sand beneath him. The brute's ears were perked forward and every so often, twisting and flickering with caution. Just in case a fool decided he wanted death that day. Aldoro flexed his toes through the soft sand, muscles tightening as his eyes landed upon a sudden white blob flopped neutrally within the charcoal-hued sand. Instantly, he consumed her aroma, and giggled softly. A damsel, of course. One that he had met long ago. When his heart was pure...she helped him. And he remembered her not. That day when he tore his limb- he even had the scar. To him, she was just an innocent little dame...who was soon to be in his clutches...sitting up, the dark man would make his way over to the woman, a wide crazed grin planted easily across his maw. But suddenly- he halted and stirred the sand beneath him. The aroma that he used to identify her...suddenly became only slightly familiar. He could see those soft purple eyes, and instantly, his legs gave out beneath him and his lips slowly mouthed her name, Cygnet. Then, he spoke out loud. ?Cygnet...?? His ears slowly flew back against his skull, legs slowly shifting through the sand as his eyes ran up and down her small form. Did she remember him...? Was this even her?

With a sigh of pure ecstasy, bits of glittering obsidian sand fluttered across the surface with the great breathe that left her lungs in such a rush. Optics flashing open and closed again though hardly able to see anything with the bright reflection of the ocean overtaking them, even with the overwhelming beauty within them shining through. The white dove stood out brightly from the form of ebony sinking about her, small mounds catching her snowy limbs, and hiding them from sight as the absorbed warmth from the sun into the earth overtook her still. Though for a moment, her optics seemed to slowly open, lavender seeping out from them like two rose petals opening and closing. Sweet auds would lay against her skull as her mind would easily run away with her. The sound of the gentle waves hitting the shore before her felt like a lullaby, capturing her mind and forcing it into a state of transparent hypnosis, though not always did her expression show that of happiness and comfort. This time it was the opposite, and it was more than obvious as her maw pulled tightly closed with a clench, optics pointed down and away from the shoreline, auds laying back against her skull tightly, swallowed into a dancing wave of white as the powerful beach winds flew through her snowy pelt, causing it to dance within every direction with such grace and freedom. But what was it that was plaguing her mind this time? Memories of her past left behind? Times spent with her aunts, sisters, and mother? Or was it the sadness of loosing her first litter? Either way, it overwhelmed her senses to the point where tears swelled within her closed lids, snow colored eye lashes flowing to a close but only to be suddenly cut from their dreamy silence. A scent of another captured her attention. Her memories faded, and her ebony nostrils flared to catch the scent of this brute. The salty air would filter it for a short while, that was until the sounds of his footsteps overtook the sound of the crashing waves against the shoreline. Slow and deliberate the scent of him slithered into her sleepy mind. The familiarity of it growing stronger slowly. Auds flickered forward as the sound of that voice encircled them endlessly. Like another dream she realized it was her name that had been spoken, and the tone behind it caused her dial to lift and her torso to lift with it. She pulled her delicate frame upwards and away from the sands, stained with bits of coal colored sand. A surge of happiness fell through her, and snowy pelt stood on end as endless shivers overtook her fine frame. Standing on her spindled legs, though hardly knowing it, the fae starred at the brute coming towards her. Could it be? Taking a while before replying the dove seemed focused in on him, zero'd in on his voice. After a long while of looking over the massive brute she finally let her gentle, whisper of a voice come forth. Her optics starring at the bi-colored orbs he possessed. "Monsieur, Aldoro?" She had only hoped she had said the name correctly for it had been so long and her accent was still as heavy as ever. Her lilac gaze swept over his great figure, ebony and white still in the places she remembered them being, gold and azul gaze looking back at her. Talk like this

"Monsieur, Aldoro?" His own name would spill from the lips of the white mistress, two-tone eyes filling with sudden tears. He didn't know why such a woman like her could make him cry. But either way...he was so happy to see her. He just wanted to grab her and wrap himself around her, feeding off of her warmth. It had been so long since the two saw eachother. After their one meeting, they practically forgot about eachother. So why had seeing this white angel made him cry...? Because when they had first met, Aldoro found himself growing attached to the woman. Way too attached. Finally, the thought of Six fled his mind, and he rocketed forward toward the beauty. The man aimed to close the distance between the pair, chest to chest. But gently. He stuffed his nose into her fluffy white fur with tears still rolling down his face. It had been so long since he's had something nice happen to him. And seeing Cygnet was a miracle...his ears folded back against his skull, eyes slowly rolling shut and forcing even more tears out. He drank in her sweet aroma and huffed, whispering a few overwhelmed words into her little ears. "I can't describe...how happy I am to see you." He would stutter hoarsely, adding a gentle lick to her ear and even a friendly nip. Even though the boy was filled with emotion...he couldn't understand what he was doing. Why was he treating this woman as if she were Six? This was Cygnet...his long lost friend. Was this even how he was supposed to treat his woman-friends...lick them and nip them like they meant everything to him...? Aldoro drew his salmon tongue along her fur once more, before pulling away with a groan of disappointment. The girl probably thought he was weird now...deranged. The characoal fiend continued to sob softly, whispering again, "I'm sorry...I just...missed you so much."