a sight for sore eyes

The moon slowly began to devour the sun as it clawed its way across a blossoming sky. Streaks of ebony shattered the illusion of a mosaic masterpiece that was made up of burnt orange, gold, vibrant pinks, and pastel purples. It was a sight for the ages, and the woman who remained outside the den of a stranger sighed in awe. High within the mountains made the sunset a remarkable view and the perfect backdrop for those seeking romance. Once upon a time, the outsider would have sought just that. Still did, but anger lingered beneath her depths. 

Ashe had found her and graciously led her up the mountainside to the center they call home. Had even asked if she was considering staying. Part of her wanted to. To remain hidden in the haze of ivory and the safety of the peaks. It was appealing. And not to toot anyone's horn, but so were the gentlemen. Everybody seemed unique and tall, all of which she itched to climb. 

A low growl of dissatisfaction rumbled within her chest. It was a crime to not explore each and everyone that inhabited this mountain. A war crime indeed. However, she had her sight set ablaze upon an ashen pelt that slowly made its way up to the den. His movement was mouthwatering, and his scent which wafted towards her made her mind grow fog. Gods. It wasn't fair. 

"Enjoy your trip?" She cooed, but anger laced some of her vowels. There at her paws was the moss she had collected with him and carried this entire way.
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Her anger was unknown to him, if only because he hadn't necessarily promised her anything when he'd brought her here. He'd told her that she could stay if she helped him. She had, so he'd let her. How long she'd stayed was really up to her, though at this point she'd become part of the pack that lived upon the mountain. Whether she was happy with it or not was entirely up to her, as well as her prolonged presence here. Stjörnuáti forced nothing upon her, not even his own company.

Actually, he was rather surprised at how long it took her to hunt him down. Months, at this point. Had she been avoiding him? Making an extraordinary effort to stay away from him? The thought amused him, almost as much as it amused him to see her darkening his doorstep now, after all this time.

“Ah, kona — woman. It has been while, nei — no?”

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The anger that harvested her breast slowly dwindled to a simmering flame. It lapped idly at her sides, a small reminder that she was indeed mad. Even if her eyes immediately locked upon a familiar frame. Cool-toned blonde mixed with ivory and a large, looming build that she had etched into her memory upon first glance. Stjor. Gods. Even while she wanted to wring his neck for ignoring her, she couldnt help the silent sigh that pulled from her lips.

No. No, no, no. She could not reduce herself to a bumbling mess in front of him. He ignored her! FOR MONTHS. That was absolutely ridiculous. After doing the bare minimum for him, that is what she got.

A brow shot skywards as she offered him a neutral expression. He spoke as if they were friends. Which they were not. "It has," was all she manged to say as the brute approached. Citrine eyes again rolled over his features before glancing down at the moss she had brought, which for some reason embarrassed her. Why would she bring that? He probably didnt need it. "I brought you some moss," Kajsa indicated with a casual point of her paw. "Figured it would be fun for old time sakes."

While waiting for his response, the woman took a moment to truly think. He wasnt someone who liked to make the first gesture. Annoying. But that also begged the question as to why she wanted him to make the first move. He was a conquest.... and she didn't want to leave until she climbed that tree. Thus, she needed a plan to spend time with him. Help those feelings fester. Only then did a brilliant idea pop into her skull.

"Could you help me bond a crow? Like the one you have?"
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Moss. He looked down to the bundle, noting its plump tendrils. It was fresh. Curious, that she had remembered what he had been collecting that day, curiouser still that she brought some to him now. Had she been think of him? His liped curled slightly, dark eyes appraising her once more.

Her request all but made him snort, eyes glancing up to the circling Synin above him. “Raven,” He would correct her. “Such bond is made only by Kajsa and Raven. This one can advise, but promise, no.”
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The others of the pack must enjoy the way he talks in riddles, never truly giving a straight answer. Sure, if she read between the lines a bit, she could conclude that only she herself and a raven could form a bond. But there was no indication of how to do that. Did she just find one and force it to like her? Did she have to feed it like a pet? Lure it home with a shiny rocky? Nothing. He offered little to not guidance, making this journey all the more difficult.

"Raven," she said carefully, as if saying the word for the first time. Was there really a difference to the point she needed to be corrected? Either way, she nodded her head. A mistake she wont make twice. "Got it. So... how do I make a bond?" Perhaps she just had to ask the right questions, but if he came back with some mythical bullshit of only kajsa and raven would know, she might strangle him.

This also sparked her next question. "Could you also um...", she trailed off, seeking the right set of words. "Teach me your language? I feel... left out, i suppose. Especially if I decide to actually stay. Suppose its rude to ask for a home and not speak the native tongue."
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She was different than the women he was used to, though he couldn't exactly explain why, nor could he put his paw down on what was so dissimilar between her and all the others.

He would rumble in thought, glancing to the trees nearby as if one of the many ravens would swoop down and answer this for him. They did not, obviously, and instead Stjörnuáti would only turn his attention back to the striking woman before him. “There is not simple answering. It depends on raven. Sýnin,” His nose tilted, indicated his pale-feathered friend roosting in a tree nearby. “This one gave fjársjóður — treasure to. Mmm. Glansandi — Shiny Shine, this one thinks. Rock shine, to Sýnin. This made bond between us.”

And then Kajsa asked something more of him, something that he held much closer than how to bond with a creature that was not of the same species. His gaze hardened a touch, though not in maliciousness. It was more of an evaluating way of looking at her, appraising her and the request she made of him. “This one does not teach those who seek to leave. Hrafnsvaktin's ways are Hrafnsvaktin's alone.” It was, perhaps, a harsh answer. A harsh truth, rather.

“When Kajsa decides to stay, this one will teach. Not before.”

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The woman listened to his broken english, one she had learned to appreciate. While the language barrier was a bit tedious, Kajsa could praise him for his attempts. Even more so when she was the outsider. So, she did her best not to be annoyed with the riddles that lay between broken sentences. 

However, her interest was piqued when he spoke of his own companion, Synin. It is a beautiful name for an equally beautiful bird. Pale, muted pallets matched one another well. She was sort of envious of the two. How well they complimented one another. Each is another color of the colorless painting. Hopefully one day, she would find her own raven. One of a similar color to her own. All she had to do was... bond. Or find one willing to bond? Something like that. Judging by how the stareater spoke, she could put two and two together. They bonded over shiny objects. Clever. "Does that mean you enjoy shiny objects?" Kajsa asked with interest. Maybe she could gift him something shiny as well. A pretty gem that would bring out his eyes or compliment his pelt. Something to make him pop against the ivory snow. 

Kajsa took all of this in stride, nodding to indicate she was actively listening. "So, it seems this is something I need to do on my own, hmm?" She finally finished. Seemed like a clear-cut conclusion. Perhaps she would set out to gather shiny objects, or scraps of food, and see who and what landed. "I can do that."

However, what took her by surprise was his stern answer to her request to learn the language. Parts of her wanted to be upset, but another part understood. Her own family back home would do something similar. Their secrets were their own and she had no right to pry if she planned on leaving. 

"What do I have to do to stay?" The woman finally asked. "Permanently."
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Did he enjoy shiny objects? Stjörnuáti thought about it for a moment, tail flicking idly behind him. He had enjoyed the challenge of finding such a treasure for his friend, but beyond that... “Nei.” A simple answer, once he had determined that he wasn't partial to things like that. He had no use for them, afterall, and he was not the type to just keep useless trophies around.

“To stay, Kajsa will make self useful,” He would reply with an easy roll of his shoulders. “Those who do not aid Hrafnsvaktin do not live on mountain long.” It was his way of saying that if she decided to just be a body, to just laze around until she decided to stay or go, then he would make the decision for her. “If not sure, it is better kona leaves.” No one ever said he wasn't blunt. He certainly hadn't.

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The woman listened to his simple sentences, mulling them over. While short, they were cryptic in places and blunt in others. It made reading the man difficult, or rather a tasty challenge. It didn't matter. Her goal was to get an aerial companion; one that looked like her and shared similar values. Hopefully, she could reel her own in with food and pretty flowers. Oh, how fun it would be to put little flowers on its head. If it let her. 

Rather than responding, she merely nodded in agreement. It was her nonverbal way of saying she understood. The same would go for his final statements, but her movement stopped short. His tongue was dipped in edge and bluntness, which caused her brow to shoo skyward. In a moment of frustration, the woman closed the distance between them and lightly nipped at the male. It wasn't done maliciously, nor did she truly give off the vibes that she was aiming to attack the brute. Just sheer frustration. 

Expelling a huff from her mouth, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the male. Though if he looked quickly, he had the chance to notice her small smile. "You're an awful flirt," she murmured under her breath as she thrashed her pelt. He made her skin crawl, in all the best of ways. Even though she would never admit it. There was just something so blatantly annoying about him that drew her in. He never lied, but never told the full truth. It was like a dance, and she was happy to be his partner. "I'll make myself useful. So, will you teach me, golden one?"
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Where he expected an argument, perhaps even a tantrum from the pretty woman, Stjornuati received a quiet gesture of agreement. Of affirmation. An eyebrow lifted, and he looked at her anew. Perhaps not just a pretty face after all. Had he judged her too quickly? Judged her incorrectly, all this time. The golden man gave a slow wave of approval with his tail.

And that grin? It widened as she neared him to score those teeth against his shoulder. Fiery, too? Stjörnuáti rumbled in response, a sly look taking his features as she gave him space after her little attack. “Teach, hm?” His voice was low and he swept himself closer, his own teeth finding the space near her cheek, jaws clicking quietly. “This one does not know what Kajsa wishes to learn. There are many things this one could teach...” And then his head leaned over her smaller form, mouthing very very gently at her ear. “Kona need only ask.”

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Heat slithered up her spine and pooled within her cheeks, causing them to turn a soft rosy hue. Feeling his teeth nip at her cheek, and the weight of his frame pressing into her flank while wisps of his breath caressed the shell of her ear. Her knees threatened to buckle, but the woman forced them to lock. To stand her ground. Kajsa was the flirt, and she wasnt going to let this brute get the best of her.

Yet he was a dangerous sin, wrapped in angelic eyes; it made her heart pound with distrust and cloud her mind with bewilderment. After all these moons, the woman had finally caught the attention of the golden sun. Her very own vice.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Golden one?" Kajsa cooed teasingly. Leaning into his touch, Kajsa batted her lashes at him before she hummed, acting as if she was deep in thought. However, she brought her head up, so she could lightly rasp her tongue across his cheek, ending just before his lips. "Itll take more than that." With that being said, Kajsa - although a bit reluctantly, took a few strides forward to add some distance between them.

"Come. Show me things only you would know." The silent invitation was there, accompanied with a knowing smirk and a low rumble. A challenge. Who would conquer who first.
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He laughed, low and quiet. If she had to ask, then she already knew. Stjornuati was not — and had never been — subtle; he made his intentions known when he wanted them to be known. The woman would play coy, putting distance between them again, and yet Stjornuati would not allow her to this time. He followed her easily, matched her step for step, backing her towards the entrance of his own den though he made it a point to not make such maneuvers obvious. If she continued paying more attention to him, then she’d end up in the shade of his chosen home and more or less trapped.

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She enjoyed the game. This little back and forth. It didnt take a genius to see he was herding her. Coralling her towards the entrance of his home. An open invitation to do more. To explore. To share in one anothers company. Part of her wanted to slip into the dens open maw and let him devour her, just as he had done the stars. Another part of her wanted him to work for it. Beg for it. But deep down, she knew he wasnt the type. A shame, really.

Her appetite for him was voracious and although the starvation was torture, she was sure the feast would be fruitful. Thus, the woman took the hint and playfully nipped at his neck before rubbing her skull against the crook of his shoulder. There, she inhaled deeply, memorizing his scent before taking careful steps back towards his den. Kajsa's eyes met his own just as she broke through the entrance, the shadow casted from its hole swallowing her back ankles.

The desire in her eyes held her true intentions before the woman turned on her heels, her long and bushy tail coaxing him to follow as she disappeared beyond the suns reach. Into the lions den she went.
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