Winter's Prison [Gods/Open]

Winter's Prison [Gods/Open]

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#12

11-30-2012, 11:50 AM

Her step is lighter, springier than it has been for months as the charcoal vixen dances to the Steppe in the north. There is something on the wind, she has noticed it for the past couple of days; at first, she did not want to believe it, did not wish to rejoice too soon. But now, she is certain – spring is coming. The snow throughout the lands is getting heavier and turning slowly into slush, splashing up on her legs and belly as Keahi cautiously sways along. The grounds are slippery, even more so in the warmer weather, but it can’t hold her back from where she is headed. Upon her charred lips is a serene smile, gold-flecked emerald eyes glistening with reheated spark; He is returning, she can sense it, and that is the reason for her liveliness. The winter has been but long and dreary, and she is desperate to feel His warmth seeping through her hungering body once more.

Hot breath still does manage to turn into steam as it is passed through her finely shaped nostrils; muscles rippling under ebon satin skin, increasing her pace as a gathering of figurines appear within her view. She is obviously not the first to get the idea to come here, quite a few have beaten her to it, but it doesn’t matter. The Divine Father will recognize a true servant above one that is false at heart, the she wolf knows as much. Trying to bond her ecstasy, Keahi slows down to a stroll, her hips swaying in their characteristic, sensual fashion as cloven hooves bring her closer. Long, slender nape is kept at level with her spine, showing her submission to His divinity in her stance. Eyes do not leave His otherworldly frame, sucking dry every angle on His impressive wings and majestic horns, feeling His warmth pulsate toward her as she comes closer.

However this time, He is not alone in His divinity. One of His siblings has joined in, one that she has never heard of or seen before, but she instantly feels more inclined to this new God that she has ever to the Earth and Moon combined. Therefore, she nods her head respectfully to the God of the Spark, before halting at a respectful distance from Him. She almost does not dare to look him in the eye, but something inside her compels her to do it as she kneels down in front of Him, no longer noticing the chilling slush that covers the ground. The fire of His mighty frame is reflected in the metallic depths of her eyes, making the gaze she turns to him appear gilded, aflame. “Is it certain, Light of my Life?” she whispers breathily, the long run leaving her still panting. “Divine Father, I have longed so for you to return, I barely dare believe it. Is it the Truth?” she continues, not caring for whatever the others present may or may not hear. They do not concern her.

Her heart is racing in her ribcage, not just from the run, but from being in His presence. Heavily lashed eyes flutter slightly from the strain of the light, and she has to look down, an unusually soft smile spreading upon her velvet kissers. I am yours, eternally.