The isles of Alacritis were uninhabited for the most part: quiet, sanctified, unknown paradises. The water turns to silver when the moon climbs into the sky, exotic fowl decorate the canopies with an array of prismatic plumage, and the alabaster sand so soft it feigns Egyptian silk. Amongst the dense and strange flora wandered a princess, graceful and light on her feet, wearing a guise so feasible and convincing - a golden goddess who blessed this land with her presence. And she could effortlessly have the average passerby fooled, that she was an innocent paragon of justice and redemption, a pious and rightful lady who wanted nothing more than to see all the beauty the world had to offer. But that was heart-breakingly false. Underneath her locks of liquid sun hid a villain in wait, laced with insidious intentions and feral attitude. There was a demon in those peridot eyes, an evil being born that even she did not recognize. Karmen had been searching, seeking the domain that would be the sunrise and sunset in her forever kingdom. The man she had the pleasure of meeting a few nights back sparked an insatiable fire in her chasms, breathing into new found life and purpose. She felt a sinister need to assuage herself, the possibilities of her life were unfolding and rapidly expanding like undiscovered galaxies. Dark purple clouds played shadow games with the moon while the wind meandered through the trees. Karmen paused at the arrival of her meal - a plump boar she managed to kill off early this morning. Dried blood stained a trail from her lower lip and down the curve of her neck and breast. She perched herself on top of the swollen carcass, petite enough to lay down and protect what meat was left on his bones. She watched the shadows with glowing eyes. .---------------------------------------------------------------

He had needed to get away, that was for certain. So many thoughts clouded his thoughts and judgment, and he hadn't been able to separate them while still surrounded by the things that had him so mixed up. He hadn't said anything to anyone - not even Devya. He just left. It had taken him the whole day to get from the mainland to this particular island. It was no surprise to him when he arrived at nightfall completely drained of energy that everything on the small plot of land was lush and thriving. It was a daring and difficult journey for one to make. For a long while he had simply laid on the beach, watching the sun slowly fall below the horizon, and when darkness finally blanketed the island he rose to seek out a comfortable resting place. Massive paws carried Seraphim to the thing he least expected to see on this island. His narrow gaze fell on a perished boar and the small wolf perched on top of it. He stared for a moment, surprised at the presence of another here, before clearing his throat to speak. Well, I did not expect to come across another wolf in this place. Speech Thought Others

She observed him intently, stalking him with her gaze as he clambered through the brush with seemingly tired limbs and exhausted muscles. His body was pale and stark with hints of milky-creams decorating the curve of his chest and shoulders and the dips in his spine and torso. His eyes had the same base hue as her own, but they were opposite shades: his were dark and rich like emeralds, while her's sparkled like peridots. She watched him like she was a predator, like the decaying mound beneath her body wasn't enough to suffice her growing appetite. A quiet giggle slipped between her stained lips as he spoke to her, confused by the sliver of fate that brought them together on this remote island, this perishable piece of paradise. "Indeed," she purred, rolling her shoulders back to elevate her dainty head, treating the bloated sow as her disguised throne. Even if she was on top of a pile of dirt, something about the air in Karmen's presence made her come off as royalty. "Do you have a name, stranger?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- talking to you

The small woman missed nothing in her gaze, openly drinking in every inch of him. The look she gave seemed almost raptorial - as though he might be the next carcass she hoped to seat herself atop. His own greenish gaze remained narrowly zeroed in on the she-wolf, taking the liberty of looking her over as she had done to him, albeit without such abandon. Not surprisingly her voice was that of a song, but it did little for him. Seraphim, unlike most males, was uninterested in that which females had to offer. The only reason he would ever bring himself that close to one would be to bear children, as he had done only once in the past. He simply had no interest in companionship with other adult wolves - at least for the most part. My name is Seraphim, he replied in a neutral tone. And you are? Speech Thought Others