A cry is heard in the moonlight of Azerial, surrounded by the frost snowflakes falling under the northen lights the howling call is followed with a sting from the hybrid Lucian a desirable man, tall, strong, primal, something valued above all else in his descending convenant. His shaggy, matted hair glistening in the silver reflection of the crystal clear lake. On her knees his pet succumbs to his sexual demands of obediance, shaking, quivering under the pressure of his technique in punishment she begs for more.
"Wake up, Wake up Selena" with a groan of annoyance she opens her eyes to the blinding light shining through her Celesian cottage. With a wince at the brightness she flips her curvy, athletic figure away from the morning rays escaping into her silk sheets, ever glowing in the heat of the celestian summer the annoyance of her wake up call turns to a innocent blush as the fantasilisation of her Lucian dream comes flooding back to an awoken concious. "Selena get your ass out of bed we got plans remember, hmmmm what were you thinking about last night"? With a playful finger she points at the innocent blushing glowing from Selena's cheeks, as she turns to walk away she gives Selena one more reminder to get out of bed after shutting her hand carpented pine door. She brushes her golden brownish hair away from her jade green eyes, her osirises sparkling underneath the jade of her pupils they could be mistaken for the stars in the Celestrial night. As golden strands of her hair caress past her everlescent ear she sits up to the songs of the bluebirds singing in the ancestrial trees outside her window, with a daydreaming look outside she wonders where her primal hunter might be hiding to, he has left two Azerial roses on the windowsill for her over the past three days, exotic petals rest on the outer layer of the rubious red covering the inner sanctum of the roses home, three thorns cover the stem of the earths deliverance to this beutiful flower a reminder of the deadliness that comes with such offerings. The two flowers lay resting on her windowsill once again letting her know that she is till being hunted in the wild of the vanilla world, a chuckle escapes her darkened lips into the morning arrays. "Time to get myself ready" Her mind kicks into action as she surrenders herself to the morning activities she gracefully walks over to her wardrobe to pick out what she is going to wear for the enduring day ahead of her. Tight jeans and a rocky T-shirt are Selena's choice of clothes this morning, she walks over to her silk bed of rest to relay the sheets ready for her slumber on the night. Picking up the roses she smells the scent coveted within the nector of her prized possesion, her primal hunter wishes for this to be her choice of scent for him to hunt, she rubs the sweet nector gently across her caribbean skin a Azerial tradition apparently in the hybrid ever mysterious convenant. The bluebirds hum there song in the shade of the jade caressed leaves, a celestian enigmatic aroma fills the room, mixing with the smells of fresh pine wood creating something that any carpenter or enviromentalist would both adore and love to bring into there vanilla world. With a turn on her heels she walks to the door to meet her freind Marissa downstairs, as she opens her bedroom door she takes one last glance over her shoulder, a thought escapes her mind "hmmm i wonder where my hybrid Lucian is hiding".
