hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
Aisha hovered above her friend, awaiting his choice of fantastical form. He settled on his own feline, probably for the best. One of them had to do the heavy lifting, Aisha would be the distraction. Warmth and excitement drifted through the attuned bond, her sharp eyes roaming over his ivory pelt, only broken by strips of night. Together they let the sounds and sights of the darker hours fill their senses, taking in every bit of biological information that came their way. She spotted the herd just as he said it, pitch black eyes absorbing the light as it reflected off the prey animal's robust forms in the distance. The bat's eyes were incredible, not even the leopard could see this far.
They're this way, she replied, confirmation that the deer were the chosen quarry. Expecting the tiger to follow, she swooped down closer to the ground, following the path her sight had lain for her. The scents grew stronger the closer they got, sending a shiver anticipation down her spine; breaking through the bond and sharing her exhilaration with him. They were getting very close, Wait here, let me spook them your way. If the bat could wink it would, as she pressed up higher into the air, until she was hardly visible against the black canvas.
She tore through the night to the opposite side of the herd, black leathery wings beating hard against the wind. Focus, determination, tenacity, culminating into joy at the core of her chest. Her wings tucked in tight, she dove for the doe on the farthest edge of the herd, a small golden bullet shot out of the sky. She thrust her wings back out, parachuting in front of the doe and startling her into action. The shiftless creature chuffed and took off in Deimos's direction, the rest of her family following out of sheer instinct.
Now, she signaled, flapping her mighty wings and tailing the group.
They're this way, she replied, confirmation that the deer were the chosen quarry. Expecting the tiger to follow, she swooped down closer to the ground, following the path her sight had lain for her. The scents grew stronger the closer they got, sending a shiver anticipation down her spine; breaking through the bond and sharing her exhilaration with him. They were getting very close, Wait here, let me spook them your way. If the bat could wink it would, as she pressed up higher into the air, until she was hardly visible against the black canvas.
She tore through the night to the opposite side of the herd, black leathery wings beating hard against the wind. Focus, determination, tenacity, culminating into joy at the core of her chest. Her wings tucked in tight, she dove for the doe on the farthest edge of the herd, a small golden bullet shot out of the sky. She thrust her wings back out, parachuting in front of the doe and startling her into action. The shiftless creature chuffed and took off in Deimos's direction, the rest of her family following out of sheer instinct.
Now, she signaled, flapping her mighty wings and tailing the group.
AISHA
