Stone Circle bubblegum wine

The world fell into a winter bliss long ago, and she was a simple wolf, with soft brown hues sticking out like a sore thumb within the powder. She was the final touch within the blend, a little bit of coffee and cream with just a touch of milk to lighten up the flavor. Though there would always be an imperfection, as the sweet design was scratched by a wide scar upon the side of her leg. With each stride it was clear to see, and not many could miss her obvious disfigurement. However she never paid mind to it, nor' did it effect her daily life. She did not get daily pains, she did not get joint soreness, it was a simple blemish which made the eye wander toward it. She was living life.

Aerasha was a fine lady enjoying her wine in the afternoon, no worries, no troubles, and relaxing. However everything seemed a bit too relaxing that it started to bore the fae. Easthollow was almost too peaceful that even on her getaway weekend, nothing changed, so she thinks anyway. Perhaps there was and she has yet to notice- and that's a shame, for she is such a nosey wolf and yet to notice any drama? Her paws would be all over hearing that. Or maybe her paws were all over it in the first place..

Nontheless, life was too peaceful. Wandering around the Stone Circle wasn't that much fun anymore.

Unlike Aerasha, his life was a complete and utter mess.

Mawk was a broken man, who's joy had been snatched and shattered like glass at his paws -- the deaths that tormented his family lingered like dust in the crooks of his mind, shadowing his gaze and creeping up his spine; he'd spent many weeks lying beneath the stars, staring up at the sparkling dots of gold and white, wondering if his wife and son watched from above... his parents, too, and his siblings. All of them.

Then his only remaining son, Cyron, had showed up at the borders.

Cyron had always been a soul plagued with mystery and silence, ever since the terrible day he'd been stolen from the edges of the territory and plunged into the depths of the blackfeather domain. The scout had welcomed him back with open arms, and for the days following, his mood was lifted like a feather picked up by the wind -- the darkness would return, but for now he did his best to remain lively, for the sake of his kin and for the wolves of Easthollow. When he spotted Aerasha in the distance, the wolfdog sucked in a breath through his teeth and wandered closer, chuffing in greeting.

When the fae heard a chuff, she turned toward the sound and saw Mawk, giving a friendly smile. The bored, and perhaps dangerous glint in her eye faded to the usual lethargic and playfulness once another was around, giving a small hope to fulfill the entertainless day, "Heeeeeey, how yaaaa doiiin'.~" She greeted ever so softly, and with a warm tone.

Aerasha was aware of this male's mate and her recent passing, but as she did not no them personally, gave little notice toward the event. She acted the same as ever when talking to the Easthollow wolves, some would call it 'dopey' (Greyback) but she was simply a lady enjoying her time with a sleepy look.

The wolfdog nibbled at the pink flesh of his cheek, but faced the pretty wolfess with whatever smile he could muster. "Alright," He murmered, drawing a touch closer before drawing to a halt, curled tail twitching at his hind. "How're you?" Mawk enquired in turn, allowed his head to incline a fraction to the side.

His thoughts drifted to his passed wife (as they always did) and felt breathless for a moment, as though the oxygen had refused to pass through his lips and bring him the life he needed to continue; but then it passed (as it always did), and he was left with a hollow numbness tingling up his spine. His smile was maintained.

"I'm alwaayyss goood.~" Which has been true since the day she opened her eyes, Aerasha has been rarely seen without her devlishly sweet smile and lazy looks. Even through her own hardships, the smile doesn't seem to dim and only continue on, as she faced forward. Someone who enjoys life, but many seem to frown on her oddity, as quite a few seem to think something is loose in her head. Though she is just a wolf, watching life go by.

"Heeeey," she started, "Am I, prettyyyy?~"  Even though he seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts, the lady used conversation to try and rope him back in with an ego-boosting question.

Her speech was slow, drawn out, but it didn't bother Mawk - instead, it aided in calming whatever negativities brewed in his stomach, and he gave a soft smile in her direction; he may be in a rough spot, but that did not mean others were not allowed to enjoy their time. In any case, the wolfdog was glad Aerasha was living well, feeling good - he'd never wish shadows upon anyone.

Her following question took him rather off guard, and fiery eyes of amber flicked back toward her, blinking slowly - what? His lips fumbled to answer, and before any words could spill off his tongue, a concurring thought swayed into his mind: was it acceptable for him to appreciate the beauty of another woman, with his wife now passed? Was it simply polite to say yes, or would it be frowned upon? So unpredictable were the natures of others. In the end, he sucked in a breath and just replied, "Yes, you are. Am I?" aiming to turn it into a joke (and, well... she was), muzzle quirking at the corners.

Aerasha wasn't entirely a narcissist, but she enjoyed knowing that she was pretty, and that others agreed with the statement. A bit of an ego, some can say, but not too flaunting about it. Despite a rather lazy nature, she would occasonally groom her pelt, especially the long wisp of a tail that lagged behind. It was easy for debris to drag along, but at times she doesn't bother.~ The creamed lady was usually presentable enough though.

"Youuuuuu," her voice drew out in a pause, before head tilted, "cute, buuuttt, more interesting?" Aerasha ended it in a questioning-tone, almost as if she wasn't sure herself. Her eyes wandered behind, as her head curiously twisted to look at the oddity mounted behind. She has seen deformities, and tails unlike most wolves, but one in a twirl was quite different. Her eyes sparkled a bit in interest, as she truly was curious.

While waiting for her to finish speaking, the man noticed something he'd missed first time around - her eyes were fascinating; a blend of soft brown, like the cosy feathers on a robin's back, fading into a pale blue not disimilar in hue to that of the sky on a warm summer's day. He'd known that it was possible for wolves' eyes to hold more than one colour, but he'd never seen it himself before, and it was enchanting. Mawk shook himself, ears cupping forward as the girl finished - oh, his tail?

It had been a point of interest in conversations in the past, too, and he found himself wiggling it slightly in display, a smile playing on his lips; it was often the easiest way to gain someones interest, and he was glad she didn't seem to find it uncomfortable to look at, like some had before. "I'm a wolfdog," he explained, "mostly wolf, but I have a bit of dog blood in me, too - my mother also had a curled tail."

"Ohhhhhhh," her head tilted to one side, then the other, "oooooh,~" She was fascinated by such a twist, that Aerasha couldn't help but twist herself to get around him. She seen tips of a tail curl, but none into a knot such as him. A wolfdog, he said? She seen of dogs, and heard of rumors of the intermix, but has never seen the two come together as one in person. What a curious meeting that could happen between the two, she wondered what sort of fate got them together.~ The soft lady motioned her paw forward at the end, desiring to simply touch it. She hoped to paw at it, like a curious child that she acted like, "Neaaaaat.~"

A low rumble of a chuckle fled his lips when the wolfess reached forward to paw at his tail, fiery eyes of amber flickering with a flame of amusement (and appreciation, for laughter was a thing that seemed frequently to flee his grasp). He hummed to himself quietly, genuinly wondering what she thought of it - some thought it was cool but were wary of his background, some were intruiged by it, but some detested how it curled, and how his blood was "tainted" with that of a dog.

"How long have you been in Easthollow?" the enquiry echoed into the air as it entered his head - he'd lost track of time, and it settled like a cold stone in his stomach. His head, as of recent times, had been such a mess, and his thoughts scattered.

The coffee creamed wolf was pleased to be able to touch an oddity, she kept it up by simply dabbing her paw on his tail. Watching it go up and down, and bounce like a rabbit, she was simply memorized by a twist a tail could have. She cared not, of his dog background, but was far too intrigued by what it gave him. Aerasha was aware of them, and their lowly status that most would put on them. That was the same for the Kingdom she came from, as they were lowly servants to all. She however, never personally got the chance to talk to one. A shame, really, but perhaps another day for that, as a stray dog could always come to the wild.

"Uhhhmmmm," she had to think, "Maannnyyy, mooons ago?~" Honestly she doesn't remember, for it was still warm that day, and the trees were still green. Before the setting of the snow, and before the reddened world, she joined sometime around the more hot days, "What abbouttt you?~" Aerasha asked, reversing the question back at Mawk.