Under the Waterfall

Wings flutter off in the distance as I shuffle through these stones, tasting the energy trapped in each, scouring my lands for my lost crystal, that which can mend what I’ve torn asunder. In frustration I abandon my quest, deciding to find my feathery deity, the wind carries her scent to me and I head Northeast, diving through brush and dodging trees like only a Lycan may. She must have picked up on my intentions for I sense her heading towards me so I veer more northward, there’s a place I know. As I draw near you can hear water cascading off rocks, when I arrive the moon is up, clouds curled beneath it as if it were a white pearl resting on gray cushions, to the right the beginnings of a river being fed by the waterfall, about 80’ tall careening off the three stone outcroppings and filling the air in the clearing with a fine mist, the left is ringed by long needled pines which have supplied the ground with a soft cushion. My winged beauty lands on the third outcropping whipping her hair back under the waterfall’s edge. I sprint to the water’s shore and leap to the first, as my claws connect bound to the second, paws touching then legs thrust me to the third where I bring myself erect, better to ensnare my love within my arms. As I bring her close to me she raises her left hand up and caresses my muzzle and cheek with her claws, I bend downward and gently sink my teeth into the side of her neck, she springs off the precipice , me entwined, and glides down to the pine needle bed. As we land she pushes herself up, drags her right claw down my chest and leans in to drink. I drag one nail along each shoulder blade and let her blood drip down on me while I lick my claws clean. After hours she crashes down into my chest, exhaustion settling in. I cup my hand around the back of her head, hair entwined in my fingers and as she uses her wings to blanket us we drift off into a pleasant slumber while the stars blink at us and the night creatures serenade us with their calls.