Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

Always down for a Dakarai/Olive lovefest <3

The waters were cold, but the frigidity of the waters did not bother her; her body burned hot with travel and she could feel no discomfort at the hands of the icy waters. Instead she found it soothing. The bath placated her sinewy muscles [ragged and well-worn from her travels] and urged them to release their tension. The bantam woman rolled from one side to the other, carelessly flinging water to and from in her bacchanal.The crystalline elixir loosened the dirt which marred her pelt, the tide running over her visage and cleansed her. 

So pure felt the woman that the voice of the ocean god entered her mind, asking her if she were drowning or simply playing. Yes, answered Olive silently, confirming both of the water god’s assertions with a simple thought. This was neither the first nor the last time that an omnipresent force spoke to her and its divine presence did not shake her, for she communed with them often and saw her deities as companions… friends. 

But when the salt water cleared itself from her eyes and her cavorting slowed to a halt, Olive came to the realization that the vocalization came not from a god nor the ocean itself. Instead, a dark figure stood before her. Olive looked up, blinking at the man before sucking in her breath and arising swiftly from where she bathed, freshened and cleaned. The tendrils of water tinkled and chimed as they fell from her body, returning to the mother tide below. 

It was her lover, her king, appearing from the wooded coast as would a most welcome incubus. Olive drank in the very sight of him, taking in his kind features, stalwart figure and oh my his intoxicating scent. There was an automatic attraction towards Dakarai and a grin split her maw, so happy to see him was she . When she left home, it was never in want to space between them. He was a part of her and that would never waver - she was certain. And once again Dakarai seemed to read her every want and desire, appearing in the night to return a piece of her soul to her. She restrained herself from immediately pouncing at him and swathing him in her kisses. Instead she turned her head and fluttered her eyes at him coyly, biting her lip slightly.

“Why do you ask, stranger?” Are you my knight, coming to rescue a damsel in distress?”