Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

future-dated for the 7th. tags for reference.

a quiet whisper that drove mona antha mayfair from her den, one not by any creature; the spur of restlesness within her. it was not an hour after dawn that the little cardinal departed the borders, a wavering call to @Terance and @Treason that she would return. mona gave no reason, for there was none to give, none she could understand, and she set off through the gently falling snow in the direction of the coastline.
when she woke on the second day of her travels, mona found that her body had begun to burn with an inexplicable and worrisome ardor; she craved suddenly the things she had done with nathaniel, what she had — and then the shame of it! who was this creature who had split her skin and roved toward the sea with a singular interest?
mona hid from those who would spy her, some budding instinct telling the girl that men could not be trusted, not now. she was pursued once, only the long thorns of a rosebush kept her from his want, and after hours he let her alone. she made haste to escape him.
dawn of the third day found her within a beautiful expanse of plainland, where game circled, their scents calling to her. but mona, though her body hungered, found it was still was not prey she wished, nor was blood her focus. unable to stop the keening within her veins, the firebrand paused, letting out her voice in an inviting trill that left her breathless, searching.

around this time of year, rannveig usually felt a drive compell him to wander. it was not the same urge as the restlessness that told his bones to move -- it was something a bit more mindless. he understood it only as a temporary mood, precocious as it was, that often instructed him to cover many miles in short periods of time, and to actively seek companionship that was not of his own blood.

ironic then, that he searched for mona -- the little cardinal had rested comfortably in his thoughts, so that on cold nights when he curled up alone, he would warm himself with thoughts of her fiery pelt leaning against him, or her murkwater eyes holding his own gaze. while the wind wrapped its cold fingers around his den, he wrapped his thoughts around mona -- so that when the time came, he would know to find her.

it was her voice that brought him to her, shipwrecking him to her cove as if she were some fire-hued siren -- without speech he passed through bare trees until he held her form in his gaze, and then he froze in disbelief that in all of these miles of wildnerness, they were reunited.

belatedly, mona realized this would draw the very same unwanted attention which she had evaded in the past days, and whirled desperately to search for the daunting shades of which she dreaded discovery. there were none, however, only the rise of her own perfume upon the air and the incredulous look in the seagreen eyes of the gunmetal man she had met upon the coast.
oh! it was he for whom she was searching, and while mona did not understand why, the sight of the oceanwolf set her frayed nerves to calming, quelled her with a cool sense of relief. gleefully, she darted for him, ears flickering back to cup her delicate skull as she crept through the snow on shaking limbs to regard him with no small amount of delight.
"i want —" and then nothing, for her wants were fickle and boneless things, unsupportable by words. it was good to see him, so very good, and mona found herself strengthening in his presence.

the mayfair-cairn was stilled as mona caught sight of him, feeling an overwhelming sense of anticipatory delight crowd him. the red dove strode towards him purposeful, her gaze ignited -- instinctively rannveig dropped his tense posture, and had he arms would have lowered them and pulled her close and tight.

with his head brushed against her fine features, he sighed. mona's voice broke their silence, i want -- but nothing further sounded from her slim muzzle. he pulled away (detesting the distance made of his own hand) and searched her gaze, brow furrowed -- and then a wave of her scent hit him, wakening in him an unfettered excitement.

he drew a long inhale to steady the nerves that clamored within him, and with the faintest twinge of a smile he jokingly queried: "wanted what? to see the ravishing mysterious young man you met on the beach?"

he smiled, and mona felt the trembling of her body slow, then cease. "yes, of course," she purled in return, a laugh rising in her own throat that was coloured with relief. and yet that was not all she wished, but she could not find the words. "you are far from home," mona observed.
the scent of the sea still clung to him, but it was muted by the familiar fragrance of evergreen and snow. slowly the little cardinal inched closer, reaching up to preen tangles from the edge of his cheek. "i'm ... i'm glad." once more, she could not explain, but surely, somehow, he would understand.

a chill raked through him as the cardinal reached to his cheek, her teeth finely brushing through his coarse fur. he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh, his final exhale a shudder.

what had driven him to come all this way? he sought to explain, but as he gazed upon her soft expression, he knew she was aware of the forces that drove him -- and her -- together.

"i am glad to be far from home, in this particular moment." the mayfair-cairn growled, feeling a strength pull through him. he canted his muzzle downwards, nibbling behind the soft cup of her velvet ears -- and then with unbidden and almost surprising desire, pulled himself close to her. "i missed you."

she shivered, pressing herself to him. happy to be in his arms; eyelids falling to half-mast as she purled a soft sound within her throat. "i missed you too." how could the pull be between them so strong after one meeting? she supposed it was due to what had occurred between them; mona coloured beneath her scarlet fur.
the warmth pooling in her belly had returned; she nipped his should insistently, spinning out of his embrace to dash away with a clear invitation in her murkwater eyes that he follow, in play or otherwise.

he cherished the warmth between him -- how her cardinal fur brushed against his drab grey, enlivening him with some emotion he so scarcely felt. it was fleeting, and as she darted from his hold rannveig felt a cold sink its unwelcome teeth into his hide.

he rose as if bidden to do so, traveling on some baser instinct's command after her rapid form. his breath caught in his lungs as longing for her contact pooled within him, and a lusty sort of play lit his gaze as she coyly stepped beyond his reach.

he loped carefully behind her, pressing his limbs forth so that he was driven alongside her bobbing body. he marveled how gracefully her limbs moved - how smooth the ripple of lean muscle under her vibrant fur -- and more than anything then, wished to be alone in her embrace.

they raced through the snow-covered world, but mona soon slowed in the short shadow cast by a cluster of stunted trees. her sides heaved with exertion; her murkwater eyes glowed with the witch-emerald that swam up from their depths. she still did not know this one's name, but somehow they were connected by more than that which had transpired on the beach.
plume flagging at her hips, the girl reached for him eagerly, arching her smaller crimson frame along his own with a bevy of gentle whines erupting in her throat. a crushing desire raced hotly through her; mona forgot her mannerly nature and grew steadily more wanton as the moments ticked by.

as mona's stride slowed and she pressed along his longing flanks, rannveig was reminded of their last encounter -- their last embrace. he felt a shudder of excitement course through him, but he stayed his mounting excitability by nipping gently at her hips.

driven then by want over thought, rannveig too slowed his pace so that he drew behind the cardinal with her waving plume. feeling that sensation of overwhelming drive once again, rannveig loosened a throaty growl, stepping towards her with another nip placed possessively to her thin frame.

breath shuddering in her throat at the towering of his avid frame, the touch of his teeth, mona vibrated with an answering growl, one of invitation. despite the already darkened colour of her gaze, the cardinal's eyes seemed to devour the seawolf's approaching figure with a desire she could do nothing to control.
beyond conscious reason, mona responded to his edict by turning, snaking her narrow hips between his forelegs, leveling a stare over one sharp shoulder that invited him to take possession as only he had done before, and as only he could do now.
she waited, and scarcely breathed.

the look mona delivered, so possessing and darkened by desire, enthralled rannveig so that he scarcely was aware of his own actions. he moved on instinctual purpose, his excitement heightened by her invitation to comingle.

at first, the grey brute placed wanting nips along her ruff, inhaling her scent -- each ministration more gentle than the last, but somehow full of sweet urgency. each caress, he drew closer; until at last his loins pressed to her narrow backside, and he could feel the drumming of her heart between his long limbs.

he paused, wishing to draw out this sense of desiring unity forever -- but his instinct urged him to come back to reality, where mona was his bliss and the warmth of her flesh his world. more gingerly than last time, rannveig's hips pressed with burdensome lust against her, until at last he found his mark and embraced the overwhelming warmth of mona's world.