[OOC: Sorry it took so long hon! Alas, not my best, so bear with me :/]

As dusk comes creeping slowly, Keahi is on the prowl again. Dark comes early these days, much to the dismay of the onyx she wolf; in darkness, the cold engulfs the lands and spreads a thick layer of frost on everything. It makes her increasingly unsettled, as she tries to desperately absorb the last warmth of the afternoon sun, seeking the heights to escape the fog that comes creeping upon the lands. Her dark hide is slightly moist from the mist as she ascends up toward the Heavenly Fields, and though her pelt has grown in length, her exotic heritage does not grant her much of a shelter toward the winter wind. It is quite unusual to find her this far north, and for a moment she halts in her tracks, dreaming herself far away from this cruel land of perpetual ice and snow, but in the end she just sighs and moves on.

A slight pout is on her face as she finally reaches the plateau above, and emerald eyes heavily framed by thick lashes are instantly diverted to the setting sun with longing in their depths. The sparse light reflects in the droplets on her hide, making her look like she is sparkling, slender legs halting for a moment to enjoy the view. Silken tresses are whirled around her slender form as the wind picks up, sending a chill through her that goes through bone and marrow. At last, her eyes begin to water and she must look away from the light; that is when she sees him. A lonesome dark shadow standing in the distance, gazing out over the horizon, much like she had only moments earlier. Except from the impressive two sets of onyx and blue wings that shoot up from his back, that is. He is unlike anything the black minx has seen before, and thus naturally awakens her curiosity. Suddenly, she changes, everything from her posture to the subtlest of nuances in the green depths of her eye. Delicate lobes are turned forward, and the pout is turned into a curl of a smile at the corner of her velveteen lips.

Then she moves, gracefully across the rocky landscape, as if her cloven hooves do not touch the ground. She walks with hips swaying in her characteristic way, mane falling delicately around her skinny nape, emerald eyes glistening softly under the black forelock that has fallen in her face. There is no hurry in her step; a serene nonchalance exudes from her as bone and muscle moves visibly under her fine, dark skin. He is tall, she notices, roughly the same height as Mauja. The thought of the frostking sends a surge of unresolved hate and lust through her like electricity, and she shoves it all away, knowing with a bitter smirk that the king has lost his throne and the authority that came with it.

The panther closes in on her chosen target slowly but surely, halting a few feet from him and turning her gaze in the same direction as he has his. Just then, a gust of wind blows the hair out of her face, and her eyes slowly turn to his, smoldering. “I always wondered what it is like to fly. Might be if I jump I’ll find out,” she speaks softly, her voice little more than a whisper as it is carried on the wind to caress the lobes to the steed. Eyes caress his body of black and indigo lightly. “You are not from here; such dreary lands couldn’t possibly foster a specimen such as yourself,” she speaks in her husky tone, no questions asked, just like she has of habit. His reaction to her demeanor will tell her so much more than any questionnaire ever could.

It has never crossed her mind to actually take the jump. Now as she stands there, she cannot help but peer curiously out to see the drop – yet she is so far up and the darkness is swallowing up the landscape, so her emerald globes meet nothing but darkness. Keahi has never been suicidal, she likes herself too much, but the stranger wouldn’t know that. Her eyes play back to the large stag next to her, veiled still by the blowing of her mane in her face. “A swift way to go, I’m certain. But an awful messy one,” she speaks in a hushed voice, imagining the way someone might look after such treatment. Not a pleasant picture.

He is handsome. Her emerald gaze burns into his face, moving slowly across his jet black body and the impressive wings that he yields. She senses that he is not overjoyed to have her company, but then again, this onyx queen was never one to take a polite hint. This stallion does not carry himself like others she has encountered; there is something haunting about the look in his eyes. Her mind fleetingly crosses the thought of Mauja, and she smiles. The way he had approached her, confident and arrogant, had not only received a much different response from her, but had also been punished for his hubris. With this one, she knows that the approach must be different.

Keahi has always had a knack for the dramatic with the approach that more is more. She does not hate Helovia, or else there would be no reason for her to be here, but she does not regret her choice of words. Every winter paints the land with dread, as she watches with despair at the failing sun, longing for when it might return. She chuckled softly, like soft chiming bells, when he returns the question to her. She does love being right.

Stepping away from the edge, she moves like a large cat as she slithers around his back to his other side. “You are right, indeed I am not,” she says quietly. “Such a grave look in those blue eyes. Not a big talker, it would seem. A shame, I would love to learn more,” she adds, lowering her bearded muzzle to the ground for a moment to nip at the shrubbery. She is not hungry but feigns indifference, turning her eyes back to the horizon. “A name… Foreign, I’m sure. And flashy enough to match the décor,” she jests, referring to his extensive blue markings. Her own cloak is much simpler, albeit not plain. A cloven, slightly feathered hoof is rested on the tip, posture quite relaxed as she stands there, finding the company quite pleasant.

The seduction within her movements is both intentional and natural at one time. It has become a part of her personality, part of who she is, so some place along the road, she began to identify with it. Strangely, his apparent lack of interest is what sparks hers; there is something more to this one, she senses, but she does not speak it. Innocence is not something she can bring to the table, for she knows exactly what she Is doing, and that is something that has a certain charm all on its own. Tilting her head a little to the side, slender lobes pick up his reply and the smile on her lips widens. “Leliel,” she breathes huskily, a flick of her tail releasing some of the tension that is building up within. “A pleasure.”

Keahi doesn’t have a plan, she rarely does, and spontaneity is something that she values highly. Unlike Leliel, she does not fear that others are scheming against her; no one ever did that and got away with it successfully. Her eyes glisten momentarily as she moves her gaze to the horizon, the sun sinking below the horizon in just that moment, a soft sigh released from her lungs. He speaks nothing more than his name, and she is slightly disappointed but not discouraged. It is a challenge to socialize with anyone who would really rather be somewhere else, and she sees the longing in his eyes when he stands there, gazing out over the snowy clouds that have engulfed the land below. “You should fly down there. I’m sure it is beautiful, that is if you appreciate such things,” she mutters, not fully disguising the underlying ‘you really shouldn’t’ that her words are containing. Keahi feels nothing but disgust at the thought of the snow. Quite frankly, she is pleased to be up here where it can’t reach her.

She moves again, the thin layer of snow on the ground creaking as she steps closer to him, her breath forming small clouds of condensation as the wind gets chiller. For a moment, she realizes that his huge wings could easily bring her out of balance and shove her off of the edge, but she trusts that he is not like that. If he should want to do her harm, he wouldn’t be standing around, talking to her. Muzzle is moved to his shoulder, brushing against his black coat in the lightest of touches, feeling the warmth of his body under her nose. Charred lips nibble at the feathers on one of his wings playfully, a wry smile on her velvet maw. “So grave. I bet you are handsome when you smile, Leliel,” she murmurs softly, curious to see his reaction to her touch.

The ebon vixen is completely aware of her effect on the opposite gender, no surprise. Often, she caves into her more carnal desires, but with age she had become exceedingly picky. Playing with the fire has always attracted her. However, in this case, it is turning out to be most dissatisfactory, as the large black steed keeps his same neutral face. A deep sigh is emitted across her velvet lips; was he a cause worth the time and effort? Emerald eyes sought him out once more, looking him over. He is everything she is usually attracted toward, her original reason for approaching, but his heavy mindset is setting extreme requirements to her non-existent patience.

”I can only imagine,” is her answer, slightly tired, yet she tries a smile. Truth be told, she thrives on the reaction, on getting some feedback from her subjects. His expressionless façade is turning off her persistent attempts quickly, and she does not usually stay around just to try to wrestle words out of someone. If he does not wish to keep up a conversation, it is difficult for her to do much about it really. “I could help you remember to smile again, if you’d let me. But so far, it seems my company is unwanted,” she speaks, withdrawing from his proximity. If he does want her near, she is certain that he will speak up.

With an undecipherable glance at the stallion, Keahi turns her boney figure around and begins walking, slowly but surely.