iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

The young fae woman's heart went out to the savaged rabbit, a sadness crept and met her silvery eyes. She had to avert her gaze, she didn't like seeing such carnage. She had seen too much of it and she hardly liked it at all. But she could hardly blame a predator for eating what it needed to, to survive. But there was something different about this creature, something within his intelligent golden eyes that she had seen at least once before in that cute little panda's hazel eyes. What if he was a shifter like her? He certainly made the back of her neck tingle with goosebumps. But she didn't look too hard, because that meant looking at the blood dripping from his mouth. She wondered if that blood was mixed with drool, or it all came from the ill fated bunny. It hardly seemed right or sanitary.

The fae women spoke easily to him, she always found it easier to speak to an animal than to a human. She looked right into his fiery golden eyes, as intelligent as they were, it possessed surprise. By what she wasn't sure. How dare he call her slow! She was fast. Faster than a wolf, faster than any of her kind, she was sure. "Next time, I will be." She promised, although it contained a little bit of a hmph laced in those words. She bet he was fast, he must have been if he got here before her, really fast but perhaps she was faster. Somehow, she didn't actually know if this was possible and she may have seemed to ponder this notion about wings. Perhaps then she could soar through the trees faster than any animal. One day, her wings would come. She was sure of it. The thought made her silvery eyes gleam with hope, those eyes seemed almost iridescent in a way, as though they were forged from precious metals and magic.

How can you understand me, his voice pulls her from her temporary daydream. Somehow, he figured out she was a fae, usually animals hardly were aware of just what she was. They were more interested in her soft words and food. Mainly, they were more interested in her food. Although, Mr. Crow seemed entirely fascinated by her mind. Oh the debates they had! He asked how she could understand him, she flashed him a honied grin. "Oh, that's an easy one. I can talk to animals silly." She giggled, her voice like chimes. "How can you tell I'm fae?" Now that was the confusing part and it made her blink a few times. As though blinking could forge answers. Oh shoot, the ears. It had to be the ears, how often she tried to keep them concealed but those pesky points seemed to have a mind of her own, peeking through her pale blond locks. She lifted her slender hands subconsciously, feeling the tips of her ears jutting out before covering them with her long golden mane. There, much better.

She moved closer into the clearing, she wasn't scared of the big bad big eared coyfox thing. She hadn't expected how the fox-like coyote to be so terribly protective of his food or why he would growl at her. He reminded her of a grumpy old bear when he did so. She certainly wouldn't dream of taking his food from him, she definitely had no desire to even go near that reddish, mangled blob that had once been a life. All she wanted to do was offer him... more food. She peered at him coyly before averting her eyes again. But it was hard to look away, he looked so cute with his pointed nose and big pointy ears. But even as he growled and showed those menacing, deadly teeth, she couldn't help but think he was smiling at her. His teeth were so strikingly white, of course she had to compliment him on his award winning smile. That compliment seemed to please him though and she settles down upon the ground in a rather gentle, graceful way, a trait inherited by her species.

She pulled out a carrot, her silvery eyes gleaming, seemingly from the magical blood that flows through her veins. He seemed to still smile at her again, with a cute little expression on his face. She swore she saw him cock his head in that curious manner that was entirely irresistible as she pulled out the juiciest carrot she had in her arsenal. Perhaps she could at least encourage the jackal to eat his veggies. He didn't want to paint his mouth with carnage all the time, did he? He seemed to need encouraging though, he even said she would need to coax him. She began to open her mouth in a tangent of how carrots were utterly delicious and healthy and.. they gave a satisfying crunching sound and something else along those eccentric lines.

When he sniffed and moved a little closer, he seemed to touch it right before when suddenly he shifted, right before her very eyes! She certainly had not seen that before, she would never forget it either. It was mind-bending and the most fascinating thing and perhaps kinda gross. She didn't know bones could bend and break quite like that. Or grow like that! He was much bigger in his human form. Her eyes grew wide like saucers and she seemed frozen in place, still offering that carrot to him. It would seem Illy could hardly bring herself to move. When suddenly what used to be an adorable dog creature, now stood a muscular, hardly clothed man. A three-quarters naked, brazen man standing before her without a hint of shame on his face. He must be cold she thought. But she couldn't help but wonder if it was her fault he turned into a man, maybe carrots possessed magical properties she had no clue they possessed. Just another reason to eat them. The blond fae found it hard to look away. It was as if she had caught him indecent and he would suddenly realize that he was in fact very exposed. She looked away for his own privacy. Her cheeks turned pink, and she stood up rather quickly stepping back. He possessed a wide grin as he peered at her, his smile was nice in this form too. Her fierce blush lingered upon her cheeks, which didn't help when he exclaimed how he looked sexier in this form. He plucked the carrot from between her fingers, how flustered she felt! In the middle of the woods alone with a strange man who was once a jackal. He took a bite and the snapping near echoed within the forest.

For a moment she was worried she turned him human with her carrot but he seemed incredibly confident in this form. Surely it wasn't an accident at all. He must have known!

How she pondered over his question of being sexier in this form. It returned her eyes upon him not sure if this was a trick question. He looked so much more exposed in this form and hardly appropriate to be wandering in the forest. All she wanted to do was cuddle his other form and give him a good scratch behind his ears, certainly all that fur must have been itchy. Well, she would not dare cuddle him without a good scrubbing, he did have blood all over him and that was just gross. "Do you want to be sexy?" She was sincerely curious. Is that why he asked? "Then yes you are very sexy!" She beamed brightly at him, as bright as a blazing meteor. It was like the compliment about his smile, but about his... was it everything? Is that what made someone sexy? She wasn't entirely sure. But he did have a lot of muscles. "You have a lot of muscles in this form." She shifted almost awkwardly, her fingers playing with the rope on her bag that was now slung across her back. She had no idea if that was even appropriate.

He had this grin like he could eat her right up. It made her a little shy and a bit nervous. He mentions about taking her to dinner, and she tilted her own head in question as she was very confused by this. How could he think about food after he had just literally stuffed his face with rabbit guts? "But you already ate? Aren't you full?" Did she need to point at the grisly scene just by his bare feet? Maybe he was even stepping in it now.

She exclaims her name is not carrot lady but Iliana. He claimed he liked it much better. "Thank you." She announced proudly. She couldn't help that smile that found her lips, she was quite fond of her own name. Her mother named her that, after her own middle name and even though they couldn't be near one another, the thought of sharing names made her feel closer to her. "No it isn't vegetables that hurt your tummy its bones, doesn't it hurt your tummy as a human?" He did after all just gorged himself on raw meat and fur. The thought made her shudder.

He explains he was a predator.. she begins looking for the meaning behind those words and confidently she found them, at least she thought she did. When in truth, the petite fae failed and when she came up with something her eyes sparkled. "I am a vegetarian! Do you want to be friends?" Why couldn't predators and vegetarians be friends? Was there a law against such a thing?

"Oh, then you are like my panda friend." She states, the concept of weres was still somewhat new to her. She had lived a rather sheltered life and had only been warned against hunters, vampires and other fae. There was nothing that was to be said about weres.. humans made her nervous. But he wasn't exactly human, was he? "So if humans can't be trusted and animals can.. does this mean I can trust you half the time?" She inquired curiously, her expression genuine. His own stare seemed to never leave her form.

She nods at his words about being down to the bare minimum. She wondered how he was able to shift with some clothes on but not all his clothes. Perhaps she would never truly understand weres. Iliana was burning with so many questions and she was just about to ramble on about them but he asks a question of his own.

"Your skin doesn't make me uncomfortable, your human side does." She answered truthfully, peering up at him shyly. He really needed to brush his hair, but it made her think of his thick fur coat, even if the colour was a little off. She felt the need to hide her ears, a hand ran through her silky locks. "Human's do not understand me.." She admitted.. She might be able to speak their language and even look like them, but she was not one of them. No, she was an outsider.

He claims his skin looks much lighter and it did. She smiled warmly, perhaps she should have been more nervous around a half-naked man, but he was already desensitized with it. It would seem, fae, at least from her lineage didn't like to wear much. "It is very much lighter and... smoother and your eyes changed too. They aren't like hungry fire anymore. Do you feel cold?" The fae woman's eyes scan to survey the clearing but find nothing of use for him. All she had were food and pilfered gems in her bag. It would be no use for the nearly nude man before her.

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;