Desiring the blazing colors of this day’s sunrise, Kessia unfurled her cellophane-like wings. Instantly the fiery reds, the flaming orange and the iridescent purples stained her large wings like cathedral glass, only the color lived more luminous and more vibrantly than what could be captured in a window. Feeling sensuous and free, she languidly shook her bright red tresses. The heaviness glided between her gently flapping wings and over her small strong back. Sighing with bliss, and with the joy of nature sang around her, she didn’t hear his stealthy approach.
"Kessia, you are mine by capture. Our old way."