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Moondancer · 3 hours ago

Moon rose over the horizon, kissing her pitch-dark sky with her glimmering light, stars twinkling, dancing in their home above the world in which they walked, their black sea of unknown and beauty. Much of which was reflected in the woman whom now walked within the bypass. The moondancer, who would almost certainly be followed by her shadowman.
Dísal'eix̲ moved with boundless grace, her tail waving behind her as she trotted through thick snows that peppered cool kisses upon her paws. As she went, she cast a glance over her shoulder, towards @Faust, her lashes fluttering once, twice, and a smile growing upon her face before looking forwards once more. Such gaze was an invitation. A whisper of permission, as she explored such a place. Considered, for a moment, just how beautiful it would be, come spring, and summer. Perhaps she could keep such a place.
Make it her own, should her man be interested in the same way.

I know we already have a few threads up w/ them but they're my babies & this cover is so them to me !!! <3 No rush ofc xx

Faust · 3 hours ago

uktark moved in her wake, a dark line drawn through the snow, steady where she was light. the dual ridges rose on either side of them—stone ribs he knew, wind-carved and familiar. he had crossed this bypass in another life, before tartok, before moondancer. it felt different now. quieter. as if waiting for something to claim it.
her glance caught him mid-step.
the flutter of her lashes, the curve of her smile—
he read them as easily as he read the land.
a question she did not voice.
he closed the distance by a pace, enough that his breath brushed the snow stirred by her feet.
the moon silvered her coat, turned her to something born of the same sky above them. he looked at her as she walked, at the way she touched the land with her grace, already marking it in the way only a creature certain of her belonging could.
he knew this place could hold a den.
a life.
a future carved from frost rather than ruin.
her tail swayed; he answered with a low rumble, the sound rolling through his chest, warm despite the cold.
uktark scanned the valley, the sweep of its center, the protective rise of the two ridges like arms around it. it was defensible. rich come spring. hidden from harsher winds.
good land.
when he looked back to her, it was slower, a wordless acceptance of the question she had not asked aloud.
a faint nod.
moon's place, he murmured, voice low enough the snow almost swallowed it. then, after a beat, as he stepped up beside her—
ours, if you want.

Moondancer · 2 hours ago

<3

It was quickly that he moved. By her side in what felt like a heartbeat, a single breath taken, and a single breath released just as quickly. He rumbled, a wordless acknowledgement spilling from a figure that very well mirrored the strength, the protection of the mountains that sheltered them.
She saw, from side-long glace, as he surveyed the place, giving a hardly-there nod before he spoke. Approved of it, he did. His voice low as he drew closer, giving her a promise that she would ensure that he kept: ours. More than want, she echoed, now. Her words came in an almost-coo. This place... it speaks. To my heart. To my very wish, my desire, and her words carried a weight to them. A weight that she could certainly hold on her lonesome, and yet, chose to share nonetheless, should Uktark wish to bare it with her.
The moondancer paused, now, looking to him. Touching her nose to his jaw, her breath, warm, lilting against his neck when she spoke: I want you, came an intimate mumur. To share this land with me. My guardian, as these walls will guard us. My provider, as these lands will provide us, her words were hushed and bound by oath. What she asked for was a promise; a promise of him to her. The moondancer longed to hear it. Her body warmed at such a concept. A current of something akin to electricity: exciting, and new.
Pledge yourself to me, her voice was hardly above a whisper, now, but it was laced with want. With a choice made; for she had chosen the man before her. Just as she wished to be chosen by him. And I will have you, as you will have me, and the following was whispered in her mother tongue, planted upon his ear like a kiss: My beautiful shadow. Meaning made clear by tone.