hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
A hunt would be nice, it was tradition almost. When things were going alright, the future bearing a warm glow, the two gathered for a hunt. An activity that allowed them to stretch their predatory tendencies, to accomplish and conquer the wild world while indulging in it's wonders. Aisha looped back to fly near him, to accept the offer and begin the scouting, but when she turned she found she was looking at him in an entirely different surrounding.
The world around Deimos had changed, the eagles great wings flapping not in the light of the sun but in the shadow of a canopy. She gasped, eyes leaving him and darting to their new environment. The foliage was more vividly chromatic than anything she'd ever seen in the natural world, the sound of water trickling below drew her attention down to a network of softly rippling streams.
The fuck, she growled through the bond, hovering nearer to the eagle and taking up position at his side. Cautious, unsure, and ready to shift to something more capable if they needed. What the fuck is this?
The world around Deimos had changed, the eagles great wings flapping not in the light of the sun but in the shadow of a canopy. She gasped, eyes leaving him and darting to their new environment. The foliage was more vividly chromatic than anything she'd ever seen in the natural world, the sound of water trickling below drew her attention down to a network of softly rippling streams.
The fuck, she growled through the bond, hovering nearer to the eagle and taking up position at his side. Cautious, unsure, and ready to shift to something more capable if they needed. What the fuck is this?
AISHA
