fernweh has not been in amaryllis for a long time now. driven by her own desire from youthhood, she had ventured into the isles up north, then to the fully desert wasteland that was wedged between amaryllis and another, nameless, country. finally, she came back, haggard but bright-eyed, feeling much more like herself than before. her son has also took off on his own, but fernweh's certain they will meet again one day. now, she has the inclination to find a pride to stay in. the cove is out of the question. with each passing night, kvare's image brutally shakes her to her core until she's tugged awake. she cannot have that, certainly not in reality.

as she comes to, fernweh realizes the awful familiarity of the scent laid out on the border. she recalls the feeling of flesh and thick fur, of red ghoulish eyes, a pallid mask. her nose twitches and whiskers tremble, detecting the faint traces of the man she has known. though now five years old, fernweh suddenly feels like a girl, even a cub, as she paces along the border. @Harou? she calls, hoping that the man will not leave her waiting.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

the army's wolf is never far; he's in the darkness, lurking - finding predatory contentment in the gathered shadows. either by the ethereal spillage of waning moonlight, or by the body of a fallen, blood-splattered canvas, as he quenches his immortal thirst, beastly victim after victim. o, but often the titan is alone, even as he hunts and prowls - wanderlusting and restless - unable to sleep, unable to rest, despite the warmth that oozes from the beautiful oasis. no, how can he rest when this is not truly his home - not when winter breathes through his blood, like frozen whispers breathed through a barren tundra. not with the icy pallor of his skin, saturated in blood and moonlight and feral prayer. o, how he yearns for it now. he yearns for winter. perhaps, one day he will return to his cold, lonely adobe, made of december snow. but for now, the desert possessed a festering charm. a beautiful, silent hostility, that he - as a warrior and hunter - could admire.

and yet, the desert is not the only thing, in this moment, that the beast admires. her fragrance comes to him like a sanguine tease; the sweet scent of delicious femininity, mixed with salted oceans and dewy grass, becomes like a come-hither and sirenic cry. it is almost heady, almost addictive, and harou knows her, he knows this delicate fragrance of feminine grace and soft, earthly spice. he knows her, intimately. passionately.

wholly.

"fernweh," harou breathes her name out like fervent prayer, then, as he reveals himself from the shadows. he moves forward, slowly, feeling the desert breeze dance like warm fingertips curling down his spine. his muscles ripple softly above his merle coat, as he comes to stand before her. his gaze runs down the length of her silver body, with a silent and devilish wanting. there would be no need for introduction, here - not with the taste of her flesh still warm in his mind, in his dark thoughts. months might have put a space between them, but he remembers her like he remembers yesterday; full of lustful touches, and heated whispers, trapped in a sacred forest dripping in carnal moonlight.

"come forward," another breath, another prayer. he wants to embrace her, and there is something like hunger and softness, burning in his devil-red gaze.

even in the heat of the sun, @Harou's presence looks more like a nightmare banished into the spectrum of daylight. fernweh takes in his form, noting no significant changes except the addition of a crown and the smell of the oasis clinging to him. she peers behind him first, hoping to observe another, a king or a queen, coming to stand besides the man. her search yields no lion or lioness and she wonders if this pride is at its infancy.

sucking in a deep breath, fernweh slips in, advancing to where harou is. in the months between, she has gone without much companionship. even before her voyage to the isles and wasteland, she has not sought anyone. for she has been staggering between anguish and guilt too much to care. now, however, is different.

harou she repeats his name on her tongue, tasting its syllables, drawing it into shape. i'm here; did you miss me? there's a slip of teasing tone in her words as she regards harou with curious eyes. it would not surprise fernweh to hear he has moved on. when he went missing, fernweh had chosen to forget about him, but it seemed fate disagreed. in a way it gives her relief to know that the connection between them still exists.

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As the moon ascends
The wolves come out
to see the end

from the flames of the fire
i feel you crawl into my bed
throwing shapes at the sky, i watch you crying into me

where harou resembled a nightmarish elegance, framed in angular, male features; @Fernweh appeared as soft and beautiful as moonlight, her features glowing in absolute, elven femininity. her silver curves would dance beneath the sun's golden rays, and for a moment, harou wonders who her parents were, what her story was, and how she came to be here - still - wandering like a dark, ghostly spirit, tethered to no one and nothing. in a way, they shared this same sense of wanderlusting hunger. a need to be free, to be unmarred by the ways of the mortal world. but now, harou has chosen to stay; to live like a revenant lord amid this aching, hellish landscape.

to feast upon the blood of the land, to live like wolves against the first call to moonlight; wanting nothing more than the wind pressed to his fur and the rush of blood filling his thirsty, vampiric jaws.

still, today, here by the desert, he reveals a softer side. one not made of blood and moonlight. or cold forests and curling shadows that whispered of nightmares. the heat of the sun continues to beam down upon them both, lathering like a hot tongue down his spine. he does not flinch beneath its languid, warming caress, but her words, when they come, finds ways to caress his icy heart, as a wolfish smile touches his lips. fernweh's seduction was a soft, swan's wing. a heavenly sword dipped in ethereal light. had harou been a softer man, a kinder man, he might have fallen into her mesmeric world of silver softness and sultry flame. he might have given up his immortal hunger, his feral nature, his darkness, and married this queen of heaven.

but harou, had never been soft - in all his lifetimes - no matter how many times he's tried to wear its tender apathy. no, the skin of tenderness would never fit across his wolven features, his rugged smile, his devilish masculinity made of wrath and snarling violence.

"yes," he whispers darkly, his voice dancing above the desert breeze, his vermillion stare eating away at her flesh, like spectral jaws tearing for the chambers of her heart. he steps closer now, close enough to be immersed in her oceanic fragrance, close enough that he imagines hearing the pulse of her heart, beating right next to his lips. "i've missed you." he confesses, and it's an honest thing, it's a bold thing for any man to say.

she doesn't have to ask him to come close; @Harou seems to drift towards her, and she, a moth, to him, a pyre, closes the distance. she presses herself to his chest, inhales his scent that is now intermingled with the oasis. never in her life can she now breathe so freely since that ordeal in the summit. miss enough to keep me? she says in a tender whisper. if she can keep a home, then it would be this home, she supposes. it's not the best for her thick coat, but it's the best thing to start anew. no attachments, no history; just something that will be a beginning. her skin pulses with heat, not from the temperature, but from the thousands of awakening nerves in her. fernweh misses the touch of another, even more so coming from a man whom she has considered her haunting. her gaze peers up at him, no longer wavering, and no longer frightened by his visage. i want to stay she breathes, closing her eyes as she basks in his scent. and...i want to be yours.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

trigger warnings !! dark romance.

sunlight descends their bodies, a warming veil of golden hue saturated in acrid color. it'd highlight everything it'd touch; caressing the slender curvature of her feminine bodice and his masculine frame. here, beneath the gilded desert rays, they stood together, just like old times, caught between the songs of life and death. @Fernweh represented life, and harou - harou was death. his vermillion gaze settles warmly upon her face, then, studying those beautiful silver lines; attempting to decipher her emotions as they'd come to surface upon her glowing, seraphic features. today, by the light of the brazen sun, she appeared more ethereal than ever. harou had always loved her for her immense beauty, but over time, something deeper had grown. even in seperation, their bond had been dark, undeniable. the moon and her wolf.

"i'm here to stay," breathes harou, inhaling her fragrance, allowing himself the luxuries of tasting her scent against his mouth. while he had always been a wanderlusting beast, unable to stay within the confines of a singular territory, after claiming andal there had now been a deeper sense of responsibility, a deeper need for ambition. perhaps, he was simply maturing as a man, no longer in his feral youth, but in his era of true, primal masculinity. then, fernweh steps closer. so close, harou can feel her lithe breastline upon his chest, and something within the army's wolf burns. her words, when they come, take him almost by surprise. he would never try to own her, no, that would be a sin. but he does smile, soft and genuine, a dark curving of his lips.

"you are not a thing to be owned, sweet fernweh," he bows his bearish skull into her breast, his lips caressing her skin in a dark kiss. "but, i would worship you. every inch of you," he has to restrain himself, now. restrain himself from pulling her into him - from taking her right here against the warm, desolate earth where no one might hear their moans. no, for fernweh, there will only be softness. she was his moon, and he would yield to her.

she feels him against her, solid and real, so warm and alive like the sun above. fernweh's heart is pounding too fast, reeling her back to her girlhood, to the days where all she wants is the comfort of someone she can trust and lean on. if half of her family will not have her, then fernweh will begin a new family. here, in the oasis, among a man whose heart should not be hers. a sigh slips out of fernweh as she opens her eyes, gazing at @Harou, wide-eyed and tender. his kisses are reverent almost, caressing her like she's something that'll fade away. tonight she says, inhaling the man's scent. we can make it up for the time, tonight. she's certain they can be together now, but fernweh does not want leeway for others to notice her and harou together just yet. a small, paranoid part of her wants to be selfish and keep their affairs a secret from all other prying eyes. a world of their own, their little paradise.

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Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

how twisted had fate been, how dark and uncompromising - that even here, by the merciless breath of silence, there would be a sense of distance and secrecy lingering between them. perhaps, in this, he had been too hopeful the moment he had laid his vermillion eyes upon her; too reckless in his wild masculine optimism, to simply throw away his crown, and surrender it all for a woman named @Fernweh. tonight, she breathes, as if on the verge of crying ghost tears, as if she's hiding secrets. the army's wolf may never know them - her secres - but he is a patient man, as he seeks to pull her slender waist in towards him, to give her a tight final embrace, if she would allow it.

he would have wanted nothing more than to rest his violent spirit between her soft, trembling thighs, but she speaks in hushed cadence, and harou cannot help but taste that after-thought of her lingering hesitation. "you know where to find me then," he breathes, at last, and would seek to step away, to give her room to breathe just as he allows himself to breathe.

fernweh adores the attention and the unwavering grip @Harou has on her. she also enjoys the promise of tonight and also knowing she will most certainly go to him unbidden tonight. or, if she doesn't, she can always wager on him coming to her. the oasis seems to be a pride still seeking new members, and what good will it do for now then to take the chance to have this pride and harou all to herself? she should be more selfish, with both herself and with harou, and let loose her wants and desires after all these years of silencing herself with caution. wait for me she said as she pressed sweet kisses onto harou. i will come when the moon's away. then, she forced herself to detach from him, before sauntering past harou with an even sweeter smile on her lips.

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Part vampire Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
we all feed on tragedy,
it's like blood to a vampire

the emotions do not cross his visage, as @Fernweh departs from him.  the silver woman, leaves, but not without pressing a few kisses against his lips, pulling him into her warmth.  he can taste her, however - even as her physical heat is removed, left from his side until he can smell only the fragrance of her ghostly likeness.  she promises to see him tonight, and harou only rumbles a quiet thought, his red eyes watching her retreat back into the sunlit haze. once again, he is feeling cold. once again, he is alone. he doesn't mind it, however. harou is used to being alone.

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