[ AW ] The sleeping Beauty

Vettealya

Daylight was fading, a sun chasing its new day while the moon began to wake in the dissipating light. She had already spent so much time chasing the sun, the only stop she made was to indulge in the ever soothing concoctions of the strangers that inhabited the streets and caves just south of where she had come from. But her indulgences had lasted longer than just a minute to rest, her days blending with one another as she lulled herself to sleep with drunken lullabies. And so, she broke the cycle of never ending days and nights, and meandered north, following a coast it would seem as the ocean along side the terrain ranged from far behind her travels to far ahead. That was her company on this trek, the salted breeze and crashing waves in the distance.

It wasn't until the moon had cast its light across her path that she realized the ocean and Cliffside had disappeared, and instead a thick forest presented itself and swallowed her whole all at once. It was here that her body began to beg for her attention. Paw steps became slower and muscles screamed at her to just stop where she was. But her mind told her otherwise, curiosity was heavier than the need to rest. This new territory taunted her, beckoned for her to discover whatever it was it had to offer, or what it had to hide. Before long, even the light of the moon above couldn't seep through the thickness of the trees. Between cracks and bare spots in the trees was where she could find a light, and in the patches of light she found what pathways she could. This was her encouragement to turn and stay in the light of the moon, retreating from the abyss that was the deep forest ahead of her. White paws wove in between the cracks of lights that would lead her back to patches of light, which soon became more and more present as she retreated. Where she was, there were faint trails of the passerbys from the earlier hours. Perhaps they were just passing through, like her, or they were lurking deeper in the dark and thick forest that she had just found herself in. With that in mind, she sought out a spot to cozy into.

After settling into the side of a large trunk of a tree, she watched every which way possible in hopes of coming across a stranger. Though at this hour, any encounter she would come across would be one of her dreams. Soon, her eyes would begin to close and the woman would fight it, but not for long. Her body slumped down alongside the trunk, using it for a type of support to lean against. And it was here that she dozed off without hesitation- she needed the beauty rest anyhow.

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Night time for the serpent only meant more shadows to hide in. She had remained diligent these last few weeks, turning every stone to hear the gossip and the latest about the war and each side’s protest. It was riveting, and regardless of where the snake sided, she felt knowledge was power. She’d always use these kinds of situations to her own advantage, even if it meant the downfall of many.

The scent of a woman was strong in the wind’s carry, suggesting she was nearby, standing out above the stale aromas from days gone. Dark eyes shifted in the general direction, and dainty paws set the serpent into motion. She slithered toward the source, only pin pointing her when the woman of immense beauty lay beneath the tree’s overhang, as gorgeous as the night sky. Splashes of white and gold, interwoven harshly with her darker blues and grays - she was a site to behold and Amelia couldn’t help but smile. She knew Lachlan would like this one too. How divine she was, and such a strong figure to boot? Clearly, this was someone to chalk up on the ally board.
"Pardon the interruption, darling, but I couldn’t help and be stopped by your radiance,"
Her honey sweet tones were dripping in concealed toxin.
"Do you mind telling me where we are?"
Amelia knew where she was. She was striking conversation, perhaps pulling info, but nevertheless it would hopefully get the beautiful woman talking. She offered her a kind smile, a gentle glint of the eye, and a respectable distance away. Not too far, not too close.

Just right.

Vettealya

Outside of her pretty little mind she left herself vulnerable, susceptible to any and all who may take advantage of an unsuspecting target. But inside her head, that was safe haven. Familiar faces, voices, and laughter filled the sweet sweet dreams that her mind played out for her whenever she decided to let herself rest. That was all it was, though; a dream, something that she could only aquire through a nights rest.

It was also something that could be pulled away from her in an instant. This time, the honey sweet chords of a woman pulled her head back to the reality that she had left not long ago. "Pardon the interruption, darling, but I couldn’t help and be stopped by your radiance, do you mind telling me where we are?"

Mismatched hues remained hidden behind closed eye lids, and the woman did not rise to greet the stranger. Instead, she rolled further on to her side. Her front appendages unrolled themselves as she adjusted, now extended outward as she stretched them. A thought began to form, searching for the right words to give back to the woman. But instead answered her first with a soft pitch yawn, more melodic than an actual yawn should sound. Mismatched hues would finally flutter open, her crown tilting to match the voice to a face.

Blue and red gems would follow the curvature of the woman before her, after which they would fall into the strangers emerald gaze. She was such a sucker for a pretty little woman. Her interest had been pecked at, her body rising slowly and steadily as she jeot her gaze on the woman. Clearly she was drawn, so personal space would become non existent if she were allowed the engagement. She rose to all fours swiftly as she studied the beauty that blessed her space. One paw would work itself forward as blackened kissers twisted just so, a small smirk falling across her soft face.

Why, we're in good company, is where we are it would seem. she purred, her vocals dripped in a subtle bit of confidence and held at a lower, quieter tone.

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She was gorgeous, just oozing beauty and sex appeal. The woman didn’t jump up to attention, nor did she act as though Amelia wasn’t worth her time. She was a calm storm, unwavering and unafraid of the shadow which the serpent brought. ”Most intriguing.” Amelia thought inwardly. She stretched her limbs and body, clearly needing rest and for a moment, Amelia thought to lay at her belly to cuddle. Perhaps that would be too forward. How she wished Lachlan could see this beauty in action. She would have to have them meet next time, the trio would surely be nothing but the perfect storm.

Dark eyes observed her with widening interest, and Amelia chose to move a little closer then sit, rather than moving in to snuggle so soon. Her forepaws playfully kissed the tip of the lady’s toes, and her tail curled about her folded hind limbs. A sensual, small, subtle touch, the serpent expertly gaging the waters in which she waded with this one.
"I couldn’t agree more. My name is Amelia, love. What might yours be?"
Her voice was sweet, velvety and smooth. Melodic in its own right and dripping with a tasteless toxicity.

Vettealya

The woman could never quite kick the lackadaisical tendencies she picked up since she was younger, her attention on getting attention should have been the death of her years ago. Yet here she was, with a woman she would only just learn the name of in a new territory where she knew absolutely Noone at the time. If this woman were a cold blooded killer, Vetteayla would be the prettiest trophy to brag about. But with the lack of attention and little engagement in any type of social happenings lately, the mistress could hardly say 'no' to a pretty woman that wanted to give her attention.

Physical attention was always a favorite of hers, so when the woman she'd just met came closer to her and cast forth her paws to touch her own just so, she was already eager to see what could be offered between the two of them.

Mismatched hues followed the woman's lips as she began to speak again. "I couldn’t agree more. My name is Amelia, love. What might yours be?" her own tail would give a slight thump behind her. At the same time, she closed her eyes and inhaled. On the exhale, she would breath the womans name. Amelia . Her name rolled off her tongue like a thick drop of honey, sweet and soft as ever could be. My name is Vettealya. She inched her own paws closer to Amelia's, then laid her head between her two legs on the ground. She tilted her head slightly, lips parting to speak as mismatched hues watched the woman before her. Tell me, Amelia, what brings you out at this time of night? perhaps it was a question she didn't want to know the truth of, or perhaps she was just a woman enjoying the night life.

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Sparks, it was the only work to describe what had gone off between the two when their paws lightly touched. Like the beginnings of fantastic fireworks, preparing to explode with the most wondrous colors and sounds. But when the woman now named Vettaelya spoke, Amelia’s heart thudded and her mouth downright watered, her dark eyes practically glittering. She asked what she was doing out on a night like this, and Ames didn’t need much time to ponder this. She grinned, a brow arching slightly, and a small breath inhaled as she left her paw where it was - softly touching Vettaelya’s. It was meant to promise more, yet shroud the when in mystery, and keep the how for the imagination of the larger, gorgeous woman.
"How divine you should ask, darling. I often walk the roads at night, just to see what I might find. Or who,"
She giggled softly, with an airy feminine chime.
"On a more serious note, I love to study and gather plants and foliage. Who knows what they may create,"
Half lidded lenses then observed the woman as she fired back the same question.
"What about you, beautiful? Are you the monster lurking in the shadows or are you the unassuming prey?"
Her grin grew wider now, exposing some bridgework, pearly and almost iridescent in the pale moon’s light.

Vettealya

Perhaps there was a game to be played here, perhaps there was bait being laid out and Vette was snatching it right up. The thought of it all was truly exhilarating, of course curiosity was wrapping its appendages around her and slowly pulling her in. It was another weakness of hers, one she never paid any attention to.

"How divine you should ask, darling. I often walk the roads at night, just to see what I might find. Or who," she watched as the woman giggled between her words. "On a more serious note, I love to study and gather plants and foliage. Who knows what they may create," there was the rub, the juice, the part that made this night even better. And then, the topic was shifted back to Vetteayla once again.
"What about you, beautiful? Are you the monster lurking in the shadows or are you the unassuming prey?" this was her favorite part. I'm that- the beautiful one yes, she purred looking for the monsters that are lurking on their unassuming prey. She lifted her head and shifted forward slowly, her muzzle reaching toward her ear. She closed her mismatched hues and inhaled, taking in the womans intoxicating aroma. Am I your prey tonight, Amelia? Are you my Monster? she cooed calmly, cooly;her voice was a whisper that trickled with a masked lust.

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