<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1347.photobucket.com/albums/p720/Rhakari/cherry-blossom-pink-flowers-1000x288_zpsb15b5c93.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>An queen in her own rite, Seraph sat pondering within her mind thinking of the past she had so very long ago. Time seem to slip by so rapidly so often that it became hard to keep up with the events from then, and those of today. The world had changed drastically. Once upon a time.... she had been queen and a goddess adored by many. It had never been what she wanted, but being alone all the time now was beginning to take it's toll. The Okami Kitsune sighed deeply as her emerald hues danced towards the heavens. In a bored, and curious mood she spread her large crimson and black painted wings and bolted upward into the skies. It had been to long sense she had been in the mood to fly, to explore. Today was just as good as any, as she began to soar. Seraph wrapped the tips of her tails softly around her frame to keep them from blowing in every direction possible.<br/><br/>The air smelt sweet, and moist like dew from freshly sprouting flowers. The breeze was delicate and soft on her skin, and she smiled as it rushed through out her hair, fur and wings. Seraph could not help but let out a playful and elegant laugh so soft, and light. Out of sheer delight at amazing it felt to fly sense it had been some time sense she had so, she couldn't help but let her fire orbs out to play with. Of course they weren't harmful to anyone unless she wished them to be. The flamed orbs were a turquoise type color, because her emotions were relaxed and she circled around them a bit before someone, something caught her attention. Her ears perked forward twitching at the strange sound heading into her direction. <br/><br/>Turning to face the man with a hammer she smirked playfully and flew sideways to avoid being hit and made a fast circle around him. She hadn't been around another with any sort of flying abilities in a long time so this man threw her off a guard a bit. She laughed softly looking at him. Bored, and lonely she wondered if he felt like conversation. Her words trailed within the breeze elegantly. <span style="font-weight: bold"> Well, hello there my lord, nice day for a flight aye? </span> Her tone was delicate, foreign and soft. She looked at him with a curious expression. Seraph wondered in silence awaiting his response as to what his purpose was to be flying with some kind of hammer. She had heard stories of the other gods, and of some kind of magical hammer and she pondered on whether or not this man was one of the gods in the stories she had heard long ago. It would be great if he was someone like herself.</span></div>