Beneath the Silvery Moon

[mosura]

The gentle touch of the white feather caressed against Mosura's round face as she closed her eyes and embraced the sounds of the water moving about beneath her feet. Her long, jet black hair that was so silk soft it was like the caress of a lover against her skin, was tied up and out of her way into a small bun with jade chopsticks to hold it up.

The feather which he held gently inher small hand was found fluttering in the wind, almost dancing. She had caught it while she was on her nightly walk, exploring this Western world, so far from her home. Mosura was dressed in traditional clothing, lovely shades of lavender, violet, Fusia and rose. Standing close to the edge of the docks, She looked like a painting crafted by gifted hands come to life, just enjoying the night.

[Cian Romulus]

"Violent.. powerful.. yet so beautiful.." Cian whispered to himself as he watched the flickering yellows and oranges engulf what remained of the once proud structure. The scent of old pine and baking mortar filled the air, smoke swirling, dancing toward the stars above. A small smile rested upon the vampire's lips, watching as the flames consumed his past, his life-long treasures. It hadn't been an accident. The ancient had deliberately set his house ablaze in a sort of ceremony, a tribute to his harrowing life.

Tilting his head back, golden locks trailing down between his shoulder-blades, Cian closed his eyes. Hands firmly in his black-jean pockets, black overcoat tucked behind his arms, the vampire reveled in the warmth the fire provided. He basked in the glow of the flame, imagining it to be the sun on a warm spring day. Pinching two fingers around the bit of wood in his teeth, the vampire flicked the toothpick toward the fire and lifted himself off the ground with his unseen abilities.

The trip across the water took no time, even as he occasionally spiraled through the air, dragging his fingers through the salty brine of the sea. He needed a change of scenery, something to keep his mind occupied and off the thousand year history he recently left behind. A beach, with a few sailboats, he thought would be a nice change of pace. Landing quietly onto the sand, the beach was just deserted enough so that no one would notice him, or so he thought.

An oriental woman seemed to be over-looking the quiet darkness of the water, peering into the wonders that could only exist during the late hours of the day. His teal eyes shimmered in the moonlight, focusing in on the purple hues of her clothing. Cian could have approached her silently, simply.. appeared behind her, but he decided to make his presence known, to allow his simple, black loafers to announce him. Pausing as he reached her, he too gazed out over the waters, "Simply marvelous, is it not?"