Mist
She was the mist, he thought as he followed her scent through the woods, noting faintly that most of her pack followed behind him, while his brother and the clay Miko stayed behind, to make camp for the night. She was corporal like the mist, yet somehow she could never be there enough to grasp between his fingers... She drifted on the shifting winds, a cloud, gentle presence, yet a irritating one which never was under his notice. She was in his mind, in his heart, she drove his beast mad with something he could never explain... His very aura reacted whenever he let his guard down, and he knew not the reason. Her gray eyes drove him mad, yet soothed him with just a look... The necklace that she held around her neck made his pulse quicken a few beats, and it made his beast purr with delight at the sign of that small, crescent sliver moon. She was there one second, yet gone the next, down that well of her's and into her own time.. She was everything... She was nothing... She was always there... She was never there... She was corporal, yet not... She was... She was... She was the mist.