Rejection ::

OBSESSION love in cold blood ... Her gaze was ice; frigid, relentless. Destruction entombed behind that wicked iris emerald in its gleam, voracious in its caress as it roved the angular juts and feminine curves of the doe that stood before her. Swathed in a veil of endless twilight; ebony, dark as smouldering charcoal struck by thundering light. Avian endowments rustled against the subtle groan of clashing branches and tangled needles heralding from the towering, shrouding fir's that surrounded them in this thick of wood and brush. Lady Willowfrost watched as the black woman's wings unfurled to reveal in full the entirety of her silhouette; still, a woman of beauty, to be sure. Her smile then was deceptively soft, charming. A welcoming coil sharp as the edge of a thirsty blade as the woman bore all before the matron whose eye turned sceptical. Porcelain brow furrowed as the lulling drawl of the woman entranced her, beckoned attention freely given with the faint flicker of her long, narrow ear. Kriemhild took a brazen step forward into the illuminating hold of the midnight matron whose praised illumination slipped between the swaying canopy tops. "What, then, would you provide in return for its hospitality?" Her black hooves drew upon the earth with grace, regality, each stride luring her around the woman with an inquisitive purpose. She would round behind her, coming along the other side with trailing feathers following like a bridal train. "The forest is not kind to outsiders, child. Its inhabitants even less welcoming I'm afraid."  Her brow furrowed. "Is it them you seek?"