hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
Being a child of the sun with nocturnal shifts made for a fun sleep schedule, that was for sure. Aisha usually hunted in her leopard form around dawn or at twilight. If she was awake into the late hours of the night, she was most likely drinking, taking a walk, with Oliver and the others at the manor, or flying.
Tonight she was flying, the wind slipping past her leathery wings, fast descents becoming slow and billowed as she convexed her wings towards the ground and the air caught underneath them. It carried her back up on it's own, but she shot back into her own pace with a few flaps. The wind was brutal tonight, but in the best way. It made this a challenge, and she felt alive, more exciting than what her days had become.
The moon echoed on her golden fur as she dove down once more, this time to perch outside the entrance to the manor, hanging off of a horizontal beam and wrapping her black wings tight to her side. A quick rest here, and maybe she'd catch Oliver and coax him into a night flight.
Tonight she was flying, the wind slipping past her leathery wings, fast descents becoming slow and billowed as she convexed her wings towards the ground and the air caught underneath them. It carried her back up on it's own, but she shot back into her own pace with a few flaps. The wind was brutal tonight, but in the best way. It made this a challenge, and she felt alive, more exciting than what her days had become.
The moon echoed on her golden fur as she dove down once more, this time to perch outside the entrance to the manor, hanging off of a horizontal beam and wrapping her black wings tight to her side. A quick rest here, and maybe she'd catch Oliver and coax him into a night flight.
AISHA
