Clayton glided along the starlit knoll atop a Clydesdale whose sleek
muscles were caressed with emerald satin. The Princess of Darynia stood a
mere twenty paces to his north, letting only the darting of fireflies light
her visage. She lowered herself to the ground and laid gently on the dew-
graced blades of grass as Clay still went undetected. Her sorceratic aura
settled to a content blue and as she waved her hand in small strokes, wiry
lines of flame and light entwined in the air above her to form wispy
outlines of Roi Tora. He dismounted and her ears perked, "Whom intrudes
upon my privacy? Can I no longer take in the beauty of nature without
disturbance?" A glowing blue rose landed gracefully next to her hand. An
indirect kiss. "Forgive me dear Cassandra. I cannot let nature's beauty
flee from my hands grasp as you do." Unrestrained heat flowed to her
cheeks and she stood once more. The moonless night was definitely a
disadvantage to the Princess, "Whom addresses me as Cassandra? Select few
know that name and fewer still live." A gentle chuckle reverbated in the
gusts of wind, "My dear lady, have you already forgotten my voice?" A
firefly darted across Clayton's face and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
As she placed the glowing rose in her hair, Cassandra approached the now
dimly outlined Clayton. "Roi...it's been some time," she purred. She felt
an arm, solid as Markite, slide along her back and around her waist. Clay
made a path along her neck with gentle, nuzzling kisses. "Indeed princess.
Entirely too long." he sighed.
Purrami embraced him tightly and rocked against him, "Has it been two hundred years already? Human years go so much faster, it's only been eighty keids by the Darynian Epoch." She felt a trail of a tear glide along her back and his body tighten against her. "I have returned due to Mikado's proposition, he wishes to marry you....... but I won't allow that to happen. We are the very last of the Darynians and I intend to have the last female as my own. Namely you Princess Purrami. I realize that Mikado is the same way, however he wishes only to have you as a catalyst to his own power." Cassandra pushed away from him and cast a small light spell enough to light their faces. Anger flickered as rapidly as the flame tip within her eyes, "You still haven't changed one bit have you? Always considering women as objects rather than catpeople right? I already knew of Mikado's plan and was acting on his own ignorance to take away his powers entirely alright? Have you not noticed over the past century he has aged as a human has?" she calmed a bit, "A human's normal life span is averaged at three centuries, two of which they are feeble-minded and the third feeble-bodied correct?" Roi's mane floated forward in a 'yes' motion. She continued, "Well, I have cast an inverted aging spell on Mikado; so as he lives on he ages like a human you see? The warrior Clayton was the other half of the spell. His life was extended because Mikado's was shortened. Do you understand now?"
Purrami embraced him tightly and rocked against him, "Has it been two hundred years already? Human years go so much faster, it's only been eighty keids by the Darynian Epoch." She felt a trail of a tear glide along her back and his body tighten against her. "I have returned due to Mikado's proposition, he wishes to marry you....... but I won't allow that to happen. We are the very last of the Darynians and I intend to have the last female as my own. Namely you Princess Purrami. I realize that Mikado is the same way, however he wishes only to have you as a catalyst to his own power." Cassandra pushed away from him and cast a small light spell enough to light their faces. Anger flickered as rapidly as the flame tip within her eyes, "You still haven't changed one bit have you? Always considering women as objects rather than catpeople right? I already knew of Mikado's plan and was acting on his own ignorance to take away his powers entirely alright? Have you not noticed over the past century he has aged as a human has?" she calmed a bit, "A human's normal life span is averaged at three centuries, two of which they are feeble-minded and the third feeble-bodied correct?" Roi's mane floated forward in a 'yes' motion. She continued, "Well, I have cast an inverted aging spell on Mikado; so as he lives on he ages like a human you see? The warrior Clayton was the other half of the spell. His life was extended because Mikado's was shortened. Do you understand now?"