Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead She left in the dead of the night. The Oasis behind her and as she found few places to roll or rub against so that she could get rid of the Oasis' scent on her pelt, she would travel through the desert. Her ears twisted on top of her head, either pushing forwards or flickering backwards to listen to anything and everything that may move throughout the night. She knew there were nocturnal predators out here, she was one of them if not one of the more dangerous ones, but there were those that one could not see. Not right away so Aphrodite relayed on her hearing and smell. But that wasn't why she was out here. She was hunting for something different. It was an animal, or prey, but something deadly to those that disgusted it. +5 Practice covering your scent +5 Gather poisonous plants (Devil's Trumpets)"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

The enchanting vixen glided through the shifting sands as if she were walking on air, her grace and agility a sight to behold. Her mind was heavy with thoughts as she ventured away from the familiar territory of the Oasis pride lands. Initially hesitant to join under the leadership of Harou, Miaran had chosen to explore the surrounding lands before committing herself to a new pride. It was not a decision made lightly, for she yearned to understand this place before committing herself to its rule.

Under the silvery glow of the moon, her sleek gray fur seemed to blend into the darkness, giving her an ethereal and mysterious appearance. She moved with purpose towards the caves ahead, her eyes alight with curiosity as she approached the ancient structures. These caves would offer her shelter from the harsh desert night, a temporary sanctuary for her weary soul.

As she entered the cave, her senses were overwhelmed by the history etched into the rocky walls. The marks of those who had come before her, leaving behind traces of their existence in the stone. Each scratch and indent told a story of a life long gone, leaving Miaran to ponder the passage of time and the fate of those who had once roamed these lands. Who were they? Where had they gone?

With a gentle touch, she traced her paw over the deep grooves in the rock, feeling a connection to the spirits of the past. Running her paw along the deep scars in the rock, she couldn't help but wonder about the stories behind them. Who had left their mark on this place? Where were they now? The enigma of the desert whispered to her, fueling her curiosity and driving her to uncover the secrets hidden within its depths.


@Aphrodite ♔

Sleuth +5 Study the landscape of an area

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Not entirely clueless to her surroundings or the way the wind brought scents to her, aphrodite was able to make out the other lioness who emerged in the sands. But since she didn't come looking for Aphrodite, the viper wasn't going to go looking for her but instead kept on her goal of finding the plant she was looking for and sure enough she found it eventually. The white flower showed brightly in the moonlight and Aphrodite was pleased to see it still blooming. Shrugging off her satchel Aphrodite would settle down her ears keeping alert as she began to work. Her claws gently removing each flower and being delicate about her work, et it on the ground next to her. @Miaran"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

The serpentine lioness, with her sleek and sinuous form, was completely absorbed in the ancient whispers etched into the cavern walls. Each groove, each mark held a story untold, a history unknown. How many centuries had passed since the last stroke of a claw had scarred the rocky facade? The weight of time seemed to hang heavy in the air around her, a reminder of the endless march of years gone by.

But then, a disturbance in the silence. A shuffling sound, a presence that had crept into her solitude. A stranger in her sanctuary, their intentions unknown. Alert and wary, her senses sharp and attuned to every detail of the cave around her, she advanced cautiously, her amber eyes flashing with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

As she crept closer, she saw the newcomer digging, searching for something lost or hidden. In the shadows of the cavern, she watched, her tail swishing slowly behind her, a silent sentinel in the night. Her heart racing with a mix of trepidation and intrigue, she waited, poised and ready to discover the secrets that lay buried beneath the surface.

While she creeped from the shadows, Miaran couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions rising within her. The stranger's presence stirred something deep within her, igniting a fire of curiosity and intrigue that burned brightly in her soul. With her jewel-toned eyes gleaming in the dim light, she remained vigilant and watchful, ready to uncover the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows of the night.


@Aphrodite ♔

Sleuth +5 Study the landscape of an area

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Her claws worked delicately, her ears swiveling on top of her head as she listened to her surrounding areas. Knowing that she wasn't alone but was fine with acting like she hadn't noticed the other who crept closer. Cutting each flower from each stem before placing it next to each other. She counted at least three she had already cut and placed on a large leaf. She wasn't sure how she was going to carry them back. Perhaps she'd figure it out eventually but for now Aphrodite lifted her head and began to scan the area around her. Acting as if she wasn't looking for something specific just in general. @Miaran"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

The shadowy figure of the serpentine vixen lingered in the darkness, her heart pounding as she kept her eyes fixed on the graceful lioness before her. Every movement of Aphrodite was a mesmerizing dance, and Miaran couldn't tear her gaze away. The intensity of her jewel-toned eyes never wavered as she observed every detail with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Her heart raced with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, her own knowledge of plant life admittedly limited. Yet, she felt a deep reverence for Aphrodite's expertise, knowing that this lioness possessed a wisdom beyond her own. As she hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, the cavern seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The only sounds that echoed through the silence were the soft tapping of her claws and the gentle rustling of the plant in Aphrodite's paws.

Miaran's senses were on high alert, her ears pricked up for any hint of danger lurking nearby. And then, with a nervous clearing of her throat, she finally spoke, her voice filled with a mix of reverence and excitement. It was only right to announce oneself in the presence of such a breathtaking creature.


@Aphrodite ♔

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Having looked around and found nothing of interest Aphrodite went back to studying the flowers she had plucked and how she planned on getting them back to the Oasis without damaging them. Of course she wouldn't be upset if one or two got damaged but not all of them. For a brief moment she would let her mind wander, thinking on a solution but still alert of her company who had yet to join her from the shadows. Aphrodite would've left her alone had she not made a noise to make her presence known. A smirk formed on Aphrodite's features as she turned, ever so slowly and elegantly to face @Miaran. Why, I was wondering who's wonderful scent that belonged to and why it lingered in the shadows. She would muse at the other woman . She was elegant in different shades of black and grays. Or at least that was the color she saw in the hideway."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

The lioness, completely engrossed in the beauty of the flowers she was collecting, was taken aback when the vixen stepped forward. Miaran's heart skipped a beat as she observed the magnificent creature before her, noticing the unique features that embodied the essence of Aphrodite. The sight of a maned lioness was a rare and captivating sight for Miaran, sparking a fire of curiosity within her.

The burgundy tassels framing the lioness's face, amidst the contrasting black and white of her fur, were like a work of art impossible to ignore. Miaran's eyes, filled with wonder and amazement, could sense the special aura that radiated from this divine being.

As the lioness addressed her in Common tongue, Miaran shifted her focus, her ears perked up in anticipation. The words spoken were simple, yet they stirred something deep within Miaran's soul. Her own response, in rough tones that echoed her primal nature, stood in stark contrast to the fluid sweetness of her French language. "Scent? What about my scent is... merveilleux?" The French word dripped from her lips like toxic honey, a melody that resonated with passion and intensity, mirroring the emotions that welled up inside her.


@Aphrodite ♔

[merveilleux? = wonderful?]

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Aphrodite Goddess of the Dead Amethyst jewels drank the other woman in. Her gray tones that set off the blue and teal in those fantastic jewels of hers. Or the lighter shaded markings that she had as well. Though she was smaller than Aphrodite - not by much - she was delicious to look at and Aphrodite was not afraid to let such thoughts cross her features as she took the woman in. They were close in age and that brought a dark grin to Aphrodite's features. But it seemed that the woman was curious about what she had said. The French accent and word flowing so smoothly off of the woman's lips it brought a rumbling purr from the ebony woman's throat. I do enjoy the smell. Mingled with my own it is rather.. intoxicating. She would state boldly. She smelled of blood, of rosewood and amber whereas Aphrodite was heavier; darker even at times with her own perfume. You'll have to teach me your language, it sounds like a song coming from your lips so I must learn it. She was throwing compliments left and right at this woman. @Miaran"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

The captivating gaze of the serpentine vixen remained fixed on the mysterious lioness before her. Miaran could feel the weight of judgment in those intense eyes, and yet she welcomed it, craving the connection that seemed to spark between them. When the question about her knowledge of French was posed, the gray-scaled beauty tilted her head in curiosity. "Vous ne connaissez pas le français?" You do not know French? The words rolled off her tongue like silk, dripping with the alluring allure of a language full of passion and complexity. Her voice, like a toxic honey, carried with it a seductive melody that captivated the senses.

As the question about her knowledge of the French language hung in the air, Miaran couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The beauty of the language, its melodic tones and graceful cadence, resonated deep within her soul. It was a part of her identity, a hidden gem waiting to be shared with someone willing to learn. The offer to teach the lioness the wonders of French hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of intimacy and connection. "I can teach you." The words of the Common tongue were a contrast of the honeyed words that had flowed off her tongue only moments prior.

With a hint of mischief in her expression, Miaran offered to teach the lioness, her voice like a spellbinding melody that lured Aphrodite in. The air was thick with a heady blend of scents. The intoxicating blend of leather and floral notes that enveloped Aphrodite only served to heighten the animalistic attraction that pulsed between them. Tonight, she made no effort to conceal her natural scent, embracing her true nature as she sought solace in the darkness. Miaran's scent permeated the air, a heady blend of death, spice, earth, and musk that mingled with the lioness's own perfume. In that moment, there was no need for pretense, no need to mask herself.

The connection between them was undeniable, a thread of understanding that bound them together in a dance of vulnerability and discovery. And as the night unfolded, Miaran knew that this encounter would be etched in her memory forever, a moment of raw emotion and untamed passion. "I am Miaran Jizasith. And who are you, sorcière de la nuit?" Witch of the night?


@Aphrodite ♔

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