{moonlit}shores. :Georgiana

[Maksim Conlov]

Maksim felt he was going to be late, his shoes clicking a steady fast-paced beat on the cobblestones as he headed towards the docks. Judging by the sun's position he guessed that he might be on time, it's never good to lose punctuality with a lady, she might think you're a slob. He tightened the fur collar closer to his neck, and bowed his head from the wind whipping salt water into into his face as he neared the dock. His green eyes scanned the beach as he stood beneath their designated meeting place, one of the weeping willows they'd met a few times before on far pleasanter nights. However tonight Maksim was in need of company, more particularily hers, and it didn't really matter what it was like outside, rampant demons couldn't keep them apart. His mouth smirked up in a crooked smile at his own analogy, succubi and demons were practically the same; not that he could say anything about his own predicament.

His back touched the ancient willow's trunk as Maksim shut his eyes for a bit, waiting as the cold winter sun began to set and the temperature dropped slowly/ The warm summer days at the dock and when he first arrived here as he escaped hunters in Italy, hiding in the cargo half changed in a state of shock from all the blood loss and violence; witnessing the death of so many other shifters....His mind eventually went numb and lost track of his thoughts in a small dream.


{sorry it's small...}

[Georgiana Moldova]

(ooc: no problem)

Georgiana could smell him now. The wolf. She had always liked the scent of him. Sometimes it was stronger than other times. Something about Maks would always draw her to him, make it so she could find him. If it wasn't his scent, there's be something else. He had asked her several nights ago if he could meet with her this evening and mentioned their old meeting spot. It was under a willow tree that sat upon the beach. Georgiana knew those long branches would be waving along the sand, making small trails as they swished about.

With her flat, soft shoes maing hardly a sound on the path, she adorned a deep red dress that went down to her ankles. The material was soft, and she knew she would need a jacket if she were to go outside. That last time at the beach had been sort of cold, but both she and Maks were warm creatures. Now, it was even colder. Thankful for her jacket, she slowly made her way for Maks and she had seen him leaning against a tree. Before long, she would move so that they didn't get lost. Her figure was so conformed in the torso , it didn't do anything but enhance what she had. Soon enough, she was at the willow tree and she had snuk up behind Maks. The way he was leaned up against the tree made her smile, but she did do so shyly. Georgiana turned back and decided to give him a hug.

"I did not foget."