Sun Mote Copse ravenflight

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her voice sounded, held in ar-khalba's gentle tones, and eshamun's ears swiveled to hear the timbre of his voice. he appeared from the cold air, between the lovely boles of the trees, and she felt her heartbeart quicken at the sight of him. "ar-khalba," the ekar-aji answered with a smile wreathing her muzzle.
she stepped toward the crimsonfurred man, wanting nothing more than to unshoulder her burdens onto his willing ears, but should there not be some separation between them? she was eternal queen; he would be her kurvat, but never her equal. and still she yearned toward him with a breath that spiraled into a plume of white, and preened the fur of his chest silently.[/tr][/td][/table]