Redsand Canyon Lean in close

Setting: Night — 22:30
Weather: Calm, clear skies.

Pandora has come far from her home, but she never thinks about it. She has no home. She has no attachments to places or other beings. She cares only for herself and the deities that bestow upon her the most unusual of gifts. Pandora has a god complex and believes she might as well be one. No one knows the power she holds despite her small form. With the gifts from her gods, she’s able to travel so far, so fast, without tiring. 

That’s how she got here. In a canyon of beautiful red sands that she knows will stain her beautiful, cream colored pelt bloody. Still, she’s calm and calculated as she moves across the groves of hard, deformed rock and over the hills of soft granulates of sand. Her movements are smooth and majestic and her full tail flows behind her beautifully — a wraith floating through the echoing, but deadly silence of the Redsands.

His wandering had brought him across the valley and into the other, more familiar range. He had entered through the strange red canyon and followed it north where he knew a more plentiful valley lay. His slow, focused pace had changed into trot as he hurried to get out of the already too warm canyon. 

But something striking made him freeze, his paws skidding a little in the dirt. She couldn't have looked more out of place here. Her fluffy coat was stained from the sand, the contrasting colors so striking that he wondered, at first, if he was seeing things. He blinked a few times before recovering and trotted off after her.  

When he was close enough, he let out short, low howl to let her know he was there. Strangers had only been entertaining so far, and he seriously needed to ask her what she was doing here. She looked as if she was supposed to be perched atop a throne somewhere, not running through the red dirt of the canyon. He was intrigued.

She’s ever aware of her surroundings. Her large ears are always on a swivel on the look out for danger and any imposing threats. She can’t let herself get all scarred up now can she? Nope, just wouldn’t do. She knows her beauty is otherworldly and she flaunts it — uses it to her advantage. She’s manipulated many others into doing things for her despite her obvious skill and ability to do it on her own. She’s a woman of many talents, but why do them herself when she can get someone else to do the dirty work for her?

So as she moves deftly through the lands of red, she senses another. Her ears shift but she doesn’t look towards them until it seems obvious that they’re trying to get her attention with a howl. She smiles to herself and she tilts her head in this strangers direction. Ruby eyes drift to see a young male of ashen white and grey, accompanied by beautiful, innocent emerald eyes.

Pandora smiles to him this time, though her eyes seem more cunning than her smile lets on. Unafraid she slinks towards him and regards him with a tilt of her head. 

“Evening.” She says in a honey smooth voice as she attempts to circle around him. If allowed, she’d walk behind him, brushing past his hocks and flicking her tail over his back before moving a bit farther from him. “You seek Pandora’s attention for any particular reason?” She asks, often regarding to herself in third person, she says it normally, just a a smooth as the first greeting.

To his surprise, she not only stopped, she also moved gracefully towards him and began to circle him. His gaze never left hers as stood and let her make her way behind him. He felt her near his hips and then he felt her tail brush softly over his back. He couldn't help the playful raise of his eyebrow, even as she danced away.

He quickly turned to face her. If you're pandora, then yeah, he told her. I was wondering how something so pretty ended up in such an ugly place. He quirked a charming smile and shrugged a little, though he wasn't actually trying to be smooth—he didn't really know how to do that. His question was the genuine truth. Kallik usually said whatever was on his mind, rarely seeing a reason not to be honest.

As she smoothes herself against him she sees the quirk of his brow at her in return. She likes the reaction and contemplates doing it again just to get another one. That is until his voice meets her fur tipped auds and they shift on her crown to listen intently. His words don’t quite surprise her, but they’re most definitely welcome. She would never stop someone from complimenting on her beauty and she shamelessly preens at the praise. Her close-mouthed smile growing further and her half lidded eyes flutter up to him. She lets out a soft laugh at his own tilting of lips on that handsome face. 

This man has caught her interest. If only her usual selfish desire to play with him. So as where he usually says what’s on his mind, Pandora is no different. She pads closer and fixes her red eyes on him.

“I could say the same about you.” She purrs back with those promiscuous eyes of hers. Back to the subject at hand. “I got exiled.” She hums then, super casual and uncaring for her past.

He was hypnotized by her ruby gaze as she moved closer. Her compliment pulled a low chuff of laughter from deep in his chest. I was trying to get to the valley north of here. It had been a few days since he last ate, and he was starting to get hungry. It's much nicer there.

Surprise lifted his brows when she calmly admitted she had been exiled. And the way she said it—like she was telling him what day of the week it was. He stepped even closer so that he was almost towering over her, interest glittering in his eyes. What'd you do? That was why someone was exiled, right? Because they broke the rules? He had always been more of a rule-follower, but he found he didn't care so much about that stuff right now; he was more interested in the pretty girl in front of him.

She laughs along with him. She likes the deep timbre of his laugh as well and the voice that follows. Oh, he’s trying to get to a place nicer than here? She would’ve never thought. She doesn’t blame him for not wanting to stay here in the canyon. Food is probably scarce and the weather seems even hotter when reflecting off of the stones beneath. She likes how it looks though, not the way it stains her beautiful fur. 

So Pandora nods to his statement in agreement. Until he’s lifting a brow to her next casual sentence. He comes even closer and she smiles up to him mischievously as he asks her what she did. Well, it’s not quite what she did, it’s what her mother did. Or technically who she did that’s the problem.

She shrugs softly and peers up to him. “My mother’s a coyote.” She states. “She met a lone wolf and had me. The pack was already pissed off about that alone and considered exiling her. Until I came out albino and that was the icing in the cake for them.” She continues easily. “They exiled her while she was pregnant and she had me all on her own. She died recently, that’s why I’m off on my own adventure now.” 

He listened quietly as she answered his question. The first part seemed odd to him, but it seemed others had a far stricter views on life than he ever could; it was too short, after all. He knew that better than most. 

Apparently she did too, because she told him of losing her mother. It summoned his own memories of losing his mother, ones that had been suppressed for quite some time. It also reminded him of the pain of losing Valette. He didn't want to think about any of that; he wanted to stay detached from those emotions forever. His jaw tightened and his gaze roamed over the planes of her pretty face.

I'm sorry, he pushed out. He wanted to forget this conversation. He wanted to forget his memories. Maybe she did too. Maybe I can help you forget that stuff for a while, he added, lifting a playful eyebrow. Already, he had ushered his own shit back into box he usually kept it all locked in. He chanced a step forward, putting himself confidently in her space. Then, if she would allow him, he nosed her cheek and delivered a teasing nip there.