#cleoro

She was spun from the moon itself, white hair long and unbound, gossamer tresses gleaming like polished quartz.

The sun and the moon, spinning in a grove, dancing amongst the night-kissed trees. She would suddenly let go of his clawed hands, silver eyes shining with playfulness and mirth.

"Chase me." She would say, face tinted pink, taking his hands in her own once more. "Hunt me across the grove." Her lips would move in a small, sly smile. "Catch me..." She released his hands again, moving backwards, graceful as a swan in flight. A low growl left him as he prowled forward, footsteps making no sound on the moss-blanketed earth. Her eyes gleamed with challenge, and she whirled, almost seeming to catch flight with the speed of her running.

He raced after her, not noticing he had shifted somewhat, going down on all fours. The grove was alive with scents, yet the smell of her, of lavender and vanilla, pulled him towards her. His pace quickened.

He shed the form of the man, welcoming the monster. Bird, beast and dragon, the massive form moving on soundless feet, the moonlight shining off of his gilded fur and feathers, the golden scales. He presued her, the beast wanting nothing more than her sweet scent on him, surrounding him.

A triumphant snarl left him as he cornered her. She watched, under lidded, glowing eyes as he slowly took on the form of the man. He stalked towards her, eyes ablaze with hunger. Slowly, she tilted her head upwards, the moonlight catching the beauty of her face as he stood before her, towering, imposing.

Soft, glowing silver eyes met fiery golden ones as he looped an arm around her waist, nose nuzzling against the pale column of her throat, inhaling her wondrous scent. The beast in him rose to the surface, and he shifted again, caging her between his immense front paws. Slowly, lovingly, the pair moved towards the earth, as her slender, pale hands tangled themselves in his pelt.

"I've caught you." He rumbled, in the guttural voice of the monster. She smiled, continuing to pet him, drawing a purr from him.

"You have." Her voice, clear as a bell answered back. She looked over his immense form, rising up to kiss him on the snout. "Are you ready?" The moon and sun would now become one, in the star-kissed, night-drenched grove. The beast growled softly in approval, tail thumping against the ground in impatience.