[ INTRO / ANIMAL INSTINCTS +MATING DANCE / HEAVY APHRO ]
The air was thick and heavy over the darkened forest, infused with the heady scent of firewood and incense, lush foliage, fruit and earth. Colored smoke curled up from silver urns, and a orange-red light flickered over everything, cast by the lights of many torches, as well as the great roaring bonfire in the center of the clearing. It is around this fire that she dances with her sisters. It is their night of choosing, the night they dance for the young men, the night that they choose their life mate. After tonight, they are no longer young women, they are grown adults, true members of the clan.
She among them is esteemed - her near-sheer white robes more elaborate, her jewelry - looped beaded necklaces, jingling bangles and anklets - are of finer quality. She is to become the high priestess one day, and though everyone looks forward to learning who the pairs will be, all of the people await her choosing specifically.
Tyrande's dance was loose and suggestive, her body twisting with a gentle ease. The drums beat louder, the fire burned and roared and heated her body. Her robe was just revealing enough to entice them, to make their blood race, but she will choose one and only one among them, despite having all their apparent interest. Tyrande's bare feet moved against the springy grass, the colored smoke whirling and climbing and wrapping about her, and her luminous silver eyes cast a glow against her blueviolet cheeks. Tyrande isn't one for makeup, but her face was painted tonight in indigo and blue that streak over her eyes and glisten on her lips. Her heart was pounding despite her confidence, slamming against her ribcage - this night was the most important in her life, and after this, everything would be different. But her fear did not show in her face, or in her fluid movements. The drumbeats rose higher and higher, rising in a violent crescendo with her movements. Louder, faster, stronger. Louder. Louder.
All at once it stops, and Tyrande freezes before her chosen, her right arm extended toward him - he who she would choose.
[ ooc; hello there, TLH! so tyrande here will be choosing her mate; any volunteers? the setting is more or less AU, but still in an area of the hotel, and the forest is reminiscent of ashenvale, and her dance looks more or less like this! canonmates are, of course, loved. males only, please! the aprho is pretty heavy here. any questions about prefs can be asked through a private message! no vore, scat, bathroom play etc, but i'm open to most things. ♥ ]
She among them is esteemed - her near-sheer white robes more elaborate, her jewelry - looped beaded necklaces, jingling bangles and anklets - are of finer quality. She is to become the high priestess one day, and though everyone looks forward to learning who the pairs will be, all of the people await her choosing specifically.
Tyrande's dance was loose and suggestive, her body twisting with a gentle ease. The drums beat louder, the fire burned and roared and heated her body. Her robe was just revealing enough to entice them, to make their blood race, but she will choose one and only one among them, despite having all their apparent interest. Tyrande's bare feet moved against the springy grass, the colored smoke whirling and climbing and wrapping about her, and her luminous silver eyes cast a glow against her blueviolet cheeks. Tyrande isn't one for makeup, but her face was painted tonight in indigo and blue that streak over her eyes and glisten on her lips. Her heart was pounding despite her confidence, slamming against her ribcage - this night was the most important in her life, and after this, everything would be different. But her fear did not show in her face, or in her fluid movements. The drumbeats rose higher and higher, rising in a violent crescendo with her movements. Louder, faster, stronger. Louder. Louder.
All at once it stops, and Tyrande freezes before her chosen, her right arm extended toward him - he who she would choose.
[ ooc; hello there, TLH! so tyrande here will be choosing her mate; any volunteers? the setting is more or less AU, but still in an area of the hotel, and the forest is reminiscent of ashenvale, and her dance looks more or less like this! canonmates are, of course, loved. males only, please! the aprho is pretty heavy here. any questions about prefs can be asked through a private message! no vore, scat, bathroom play etc, but i'm open to most things. ♥ ]
