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To her he epitomised mystery, masculinity, far aside from the mundane soldier-sort which she had come to know so well. From their first encounter far south of the oasis, drenched in moonlight, with waves crashing violently across the sandy beach behind, Africa had been enthralled and excited; drawn to his uniquely brutish confidence and smooth, intoxicating tone. He’d been like nothing she’d encountered before and his charm leaked new life and vigour through her then, wounded soul. He’d inspired emotion, lust, longing, like she’d never before known, and though desperately she’d wanted his touch, she had shied with uncertainty; fear of the unknown. Only when the Darkness had pulled them so cruelly apart had Africa realised just how dreadfully she cared for him.

Silk’s eyes roved freely across her curvy, graceful frame and she made no move to stop him. Africa revelled in the caress of his burning gaze, arching her long lithe neck a little more; flames whirling beyond as her heart beat ever faster. She too watched him, admiring the strange markings upon his face, wondering if they held some reason or meaning. Her own pale yellow eyes travelled further, pausing to examine the feathers (like her own), that were intertwined carefully behind his left ear. Without hesitation she reached with trembling lips to fondle them each individually; touch so delicate and fine. She thought to add another to their midst, a sleek grey symbol of her chastity; of their unity. There was plenty of time however- an eternity together.

Alabaster tendrils swayed lazily as the light early morning breeze tousled them; a vivid contrast to the sleek, jet-black tone of the hide beneath. He was both beautiful and fearsome; a creature who defied simplicity. He was so much more, and her skin crawled with delight as she savoured him unabashedly. Sinew rippled beneath the sleek glossy stretch of his coat; he was primed, ripe, powerful, and lips slid down the length of his neck to stroke the strength of his solid shoulder. She felt breathless, giddy and taken aback, sucking hungrily at the air around him. His wing was unlike hers. Drawing her pale face from him finally, Africa studied the strange, almost alien quality of it; clutched there snug against the curve of his rib-cage. Leather was not something she came across often, but that was certainly the texture of it, and the look. She wanted to touch it, to understand, but the sound of his voice pulled her from thought.

"I shall leave the Falls and join you in.... the Throat?" Silk asked suddenly, causing her to stiffen and step away like a guilt-riddled child. The Starry-Eyed nodded quietly as he continued, "Though I am not sure where I will fit in, in your already established life." She’d not truly considered his life prior to now; his purpose and his place. It did seem strange to her, to have known him as a part of her own home, and now abruptly as part of another- and one which she held no affinity with whatsoever. Her long ears fluttered as she considered the commitment he was making to her; the generous compromise he was giving. "Maybe..." she soothed, her tone gently melodic and without apprehension. "You don’t have to leave." Of course she knew the ridiculousness of the statement, but she didn’t want him to feel railroaded; she would not cramp him. "Dragon’s Throat will always welcome you. We are one... a package. You fit perfectly wherever I am."

She giggled lightly, kindly, and smiled at him; not overlooking the insecurity in his pitch for a second. "What is your role in the Falls herd?"

Africa