Amara woke to the sound of Ares heart, she was warm and protected and she just wanted too curl up and fall asleep. But the task of finding her colony was more important than sleep, she was more than a week behind them it was time too hustle. She nudge ares with her muzzle he woke instantly his eyes flat black, and for that split moment he looked like a Vampyurm, his pupils retracted and his eyes glowed green.
" Amara " he slurred; sleepy.
" We have to go sleepy head"
They flew hard pounding there wings, edging them to there full limits. A couple of moments ago, they had found the bent tree that pointed across a never ending field of snow, not a single tree in sight nowhere to roost. Now, they flew over the wasteland; high above it, trying to get across without having to land. The sky was a whitish gray, it wasn't night it was the afternoon. Ares figured if his brother was around he would be more active during the night. Now , under the clouds the suns heat was still radiating. The snow was falling peacefully and in large fluffs. Amara wheeled around them as Ares dove threw them, shaking his fur constantly. Amara was steering by echo vibes left behind by her colony showing her the way. Her mother had taught her how too follow echo left behind long ago. The clouds parted and the sun warmed her back and face, shining her fur, Amara looked beside her to tell ares they were on track. Thats when she saw the most beautiful thing in the world. She always thought that ares fur was a sleek black but now under the luminosity of the sun, waves of red licked off his black fur and wings, the sun caused the tips of his fur to glow red, his fur was still black, but waving , and glowing with crimson. Ares eyes were a sharp green that was deadly beautiful with his fur and face, the crest of fur between his ears went down his back in between his shoulders, and she just noticed hung in his face too, but not his eyes. His fur was moving like blades of grass, defining his broad muscular chest. Ares turned his head and flicked one of his ears,
" Whathca looking at Amara?" He asked confused looking over his shoulder,
" Geez! you have such beautiful FUR" Amara spoke. He chuckled looking at her.
"Maybe, but yours is far more beautiful." Amara blushed and Ares noticed. The Vampyrum prince felt a strain on his heart every time she laughed, smiled or blushed. It hurt, this feeling of watching from afar. He shook his head trying to clear it. Amara was his friend, his only friend. It began to get a little darker and Ares sped up, keeping Amara in front of him. She suddenly pulled back,deciding to have some fun with him. She brushed a wing tip against his nose.
"Tag you're it!" She then started swerving and rolling away from him. He swooped underneath her, ready to catch her unaware, they collided and their lips met as they landed in the soft snow.