Wheeling Gull Isle we are the stars

@Ruò.

Night had befallen the lands yet but just barely so. In the distance over the ocean waters he could see bright slivers of red and gold on the horizon. The moon shown bright yet still, to which he dipped his muzzle to respectfully and smiled upon for she were one of his Goddess, whom guided him even when Mother Sea could not reach him. It was the call of the tides however which had brought him here and he found happiness already in his home on the island. It felt so natural after having grown into adulthood on Themiscrya, the island of the Nereides. He had yet to fully explore the lands here of course but knew that he would learn them and learn them well when not scouting along the coastline between here and Ocean's Breath, or further...

Along the seaside he ventured northward from the tide pools. After some time he came along a rock jutting out from the sands. Different then the large rocky hill which situated in the center of the island, surrounded by forestry. This was on a much smaller scale and yet large enough to peak his interest to investigate. He came towards it, the scent of Ruo quite strong here. He had yet to find the little hollow of a den underneath but hopped up onto the lower portion of the rise and sniffed about curiously.

ruo had been away, for quite some time. not from the land, but simply isolation of herself. she felt a rage in her heart, but thought to be the aftermath of what she had done, but now, knew it was more. in the beginning was the annoyance, and soon evolved into the passionate heat, she wished to pass. days spent, soaking in the water just below her pride rock, and kept away in the den within.

however, disrupted. a familiar scent came to be. she knew him well, and did not know of his recent gatherings. a man of flames, "lion." voice, normally cold and quiet, sounded of pained urging. she felt a yearning for someone, for her lion. amongst the stars he normally runs, but for just a while, below he comes to the mortal lands. flesh and bones, a wolf of her choosing..

delusioned.

He heard his name, a familiar voice and yet not at all a familiar tone. He had not seen Ruo in some time, had seen far more of her beyond the island then he has here thus far. As he drew near a flow of her scent would explain exactly why.

No longer interested on what lie atop the rock he instead investigated what was below. It was she, hauled up in her hollow, a dark and comfortable den snug under the rocky formation which she had made all her own. Inside the hole her scent was held captive, it hit his senses hard, making him quiver. Otter..? He breaths, a hesitant whisper edged with concern. His head creeps in and he could see those pale cloudy blue eyes looking up at him. Ruo... He holds the same urgency, though for him this tone is not new. His time around the exotic, mysteriously quiet wolf had drawn him ever closer to her like a sailor to a siren. He had desired her for some time now and tonight maybe, just maybe, the wait would bring him treasures far greater then gems and gold.

she could feel her heart pound to her throat, as words were stuck within. it had been some time since she had seen her flaming man, and only words of mentions to family. never would she imagine the male would venture forth to her isle, and into her quarantined paradise of self.  she did not cast him out, but her body was bound to the sandy shores, knowing if she were to get up, there would be no hesitance to what would be done.

however, ruo didn't wish for him to leave. nor' did she wish to give in. the siren, called forth the sailor and motioned a position beside her.

Ruo was stilled, unmoving for what seemed the longest time but was only seconds before she offered him silent gesture to come within. Olo was hesitant only long enough to make sure she was certain before slipping into the confines of the opening under the large rock. Turning around inside he would situate himself to be facing the den opening as she had, side by side with her. His breath is hitched, trying to calm himself but even on days when she was not in heat she drove him wild. 

@Ying and the warning of physical punishment should he lie with Ruo, never even crossed his mind at this moment. Not once. The only thing, the only one,  he could focus on was the beachy woman at his side. He tests the waters as he lowers himself by her, the red fur along his side close enough to mingle with the sands of her own. His muzzle reaches to her, preening and licking the fur behind her ears and along her nape. Whatever were to happen, tonight Aiolos was hers and hers alone.

It felt like the waters were warm, and so was her being. She felt him beside her, a warmth she yearned for and graciously leaned against. Even the grooming the siren did not push away, and for once, instead of being of lonliness and calling, tonight she would be a mermaid, that ruo could always be. 

acceptance of the lion, her lion. she only wanted to claim what should be her's, but she also knew, after the night, nothing would change. her mind told her to stop, that there was no love to be found.. or was there? her emotions felt so mixed, but she casted it all aside, for a quiet moment with Aiolos. Only him, and him alone.

She leaned against him, not objecting of the pampering which he offered her. He felt himself relax more, falling far too comfortable in the role which he now played. If he were to know it was only for the night (even being so used to it time and time again) he would have been crushed. No, Ruo was different, as each woman was. They were all as beautiful and dangerous as Mother Sea. She was not Aphrodite and she most certainly was not Kalika. 

After all, the others had only come to him firstly with want and desire in their eyes. Their intentions known from the beginning, their relationships forming on it. With Ruo, the relationship formed not of desires, of lust, and to think he truly felt her as a friend. Comforted and longing to be with her, he stays with her throughout the night. And when he believes the moment to be right, when he is certain there is no objection from her, he cradles himself against her with all the devotion he could give...

Fade.