Moonlit Mischief
The stars shimmered like scattered crystals across the dark velvet sky, each one blinking softly over the open fields of the Rak'tika Greatwood.
Woowind’s boots crunched lightly over the mossy path as she wandered from the trail, drawn by the faint sound of water and the glint of moonlight reflecting off the leaves.
She wasn’t on a mission tonight. No beast to slay. No bounty to claim. Just freedom, solitude—and a restlessness in her blood that only grew with every quiet moment.
That’s when she saw him.
Leaning against the twisted roots of a tree, the Viera was moonlight incarnate—tall and toned, his long ears twitching subtly as he caught her scent. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, revealing a firm chest kissed by the faintest sheen of sweat. His eyes, deep and inviting, flicked to hers with knowing intent.
A smile touched her lips—dangerous and inviting. She approached slowly, her fingertips grazing the hilt of her dagger out of habit, though it was clear this encounter wouldn't call for steel.
"Did the stars lead you to me?" he asked, voice low, smooth.
"No," she whispered, closing the distance, "I followed the pull of the moonlight... and found you instead."
Their shadows melted into the soft grasses as hands found skin, and breath became shallow with heat. The night air was cool—but every touch ignited fire. Beneath the canopy, surrounded by the symphony of crickets and distant owls, Woowind gave in to instinct, letting desire write the next chapter under the stars.
The final cry she gave was muffled by wind and leaves, a soft sound of release, of satisfaction, and of freedom found beneath the night sky.