Redhawk Caldera she was everything real in a world of make-believe

@Black Hat

Porcelain flurries clung to her lashes as she aimlessly wandered throughout the abandoned crater, her vision blurred and filled with specks of dusty white. Had she not been a true summer child she might have found beauty in the snow shower, but winter was a beast of nature that never failed to bare it's fangs and she was not one of it's few supporters. It brought hardship and lack of prey, and with these wilds already seemingly limited in their food sources, Solaris couldn't help but wonder if there would be any large game left at all this winter season.

It was a shame really, she had traveled all this way to find nothing but a broken land that held no promise of a future for her. Even here in the shell of a once mighty volcano lied nothing worthy of praise, for it was lifeless and bare, much like the rest of the wilds she had explored so far. And unless things took a turn for the better sometime soon, Solaris couldn't see herself sticking around in this wasteland much longer.

The search for prey was ongoing, especially with winter just around the corner. And the world made sure no one forgot, showering them in a light drizzle of snow. Neither the flakes nor the chill got to him. Black Hat was a lanky fellow, but his muscles were indisputably toned, and his coat, though not the plushest, did its job well enough. The barrenness was what he didn't like. If prey decided to stick around during the colder moons, he'd be fine with winter. But they didn't, so winter was his least favorite season. Its only redeeming quality was that it was the mating season, which he lewdly anticipated.

Today, he decided to give the Caldera another visit. It didn't disappoint last time, all things considered. And it didn't disappoint now, as he spotted a pretty little flower in the distance. Her coat was a quilt of muted earthy tones over a willowy frame, and the specks of snow only accentuated her beauty. Black Hat was effectively enthralled, and he yearned to see her up close. He trotted at a steady clip her way.

Good day, He bid her after coming within earshot, slowing to a stop. His eyes roved her form, which was even more stunning up close. Her contrasting gemstone eyes enraptured and intrigued him, for they were the result of genetics as opposed to injury, unlike his own mismatched gaze. What brings you here, darling? His flirting was subtle; not enough to elicit irritation or unease unless she was the type. He made sure to keep the lust out of his gaze as well, though his loins burned all the same.