[center][b][u]Akira[/u][/b][/center]

Akira's day was looking up.

She happily followed her mate to the meadow, watching him roll around in the field with a smile on her face. Seeing the big, long Serperior frolic around in a field like a little cub never failed to amuse her, and she assumed it amused him as well. While she was often angry at someone or something, she was happy if he was (and she wasn't annoyed at something). She was his mate, after all...a fact that was proven shortly when he rubbed his head against hers and gave her a florid compliment. Akira [i]loved[/i] it when he complimented her. It was a perfect scene - in the meadow with just the two of them.

[b]"Oh, Luke,"[/b] she said as she dramatically (but completely genuinely) swooned, letting herself fall over into the grass, followed shortly by her tails. She was now a happy pile of tails poking out of the grass. She poked her head out of her mound of tails, looking expectantly at Luke, hoping he'd join her on the ground.