Ryan watched her as she walked down the aisle towards him. It still felt surreal how a handful of days ago, he had never even met her, but now, she was coming to him. They were to be united under the goddess of love, blessed to carry royalty in their blood. The path was lined with white pillars, on top of which there were vases of flowers. Each vase holding a mix of flowers. They all looked exotic, and he could imagine how carefully they had been sorted.
But no matter how exotic they looked; they did not hold a candle to her. no, his Leila looked like an angel dropped from heaven. When he had heard that she was on the aisle, no, it was not heard, when he had felt her scent. His blood had started rushing wildly. Heartbeat increasing with excitement, today she would be his. Then he lifted his eyes slowly, which rested on the hem of her dress. The dress was long enough to cover her feet but the occasional rising of the dress as she walked allowed him to spot the leather sandals tied to her feet.
His sharp eyesight allowed him to note how smooth her skin looked. Then his eyes had trailed up the flawless ripples of the dress to rest well on the cinched waist just above her bust. And then the folding that surrounding her breasts, the V-shape that encased and showed her perfection. On her neck, she had a white necklace, beads that were round in shape connected to others to perfectly encase her neck.
And then had come her face. Here, he felt his mouth literally go dry. Her lips were covered in a light pink shiny lipstick, that emphasized the plumbness of her lower lip. The lips looked soft and juicy and shapely. Inviting was the word, almost like being presented with a plum fruit, the outside looking all red and soft, juicy. Inviting you to just plunge in a bite and suck the sweetness out.
Subconsciously, he moved his hands in an attempt to loosen the bowtie that now felt like a cage instead of a beauty accessory. Shaking his head, his eyes traipsed up to her nose, which had a ceremonial large white ring, the ending of it, connected in such a way that it ended up as an ornament in her hair. The only one at that. Her hair was held in short updo, with crisps of hair escaping fashionably out of their clutches to cover her face.
She was then crowned in a garland of flowers and twigs that surprisingly made her look awesome. Like she belonged to the nature, yet she also belonged to the current civilization. It was only after a while that he realized that she was only about five steps from him. So drunk in her beauty had he been, that time seemed to have stopped, yet had been flowing, however slow.
He broke into a strode before her and then in a gentlemanly effort bowed towards her before having her hand placed on his. They then turned and walked to the front, where the priest was waiting for them. At that time, the priest started the ceremony off, and it was like Leila was in another world. Their weddings did not happen like it was expected in the churches no. it was more enigmatic, more captivating. The priest took some incense and burned it, while invoking the goddess of love through his chants.
He then lit one wooden splint and gave it to Ryan, who in turn was supposed to light hers, a show of support, and also a show of his authority over her. he would be her man, ad she would respect him as such. He was also the alpha of a group, taxed with a lot off responsibility, she had a duty to help him, which was indicated by her curving her hand around their splint sticks, preventing the fire from going off.
He then took some holy water and sprinkled it on them. At that point, during the day, the Venus star appeared in all the world of the wolves, shining brightly, as though sending down its benightment in an event. Seeing this, the priest's mood grew somber and he declared with great solemnity, the unity of this couple. After this, they exchanged their vows, and at that moment, it was as though the place was surrounded in mist. Very mystical and magical.
"By the power vested upon me, by the goddess and the whole of this pack, I declare Ryan, alpha and Luna, Ryan, you may now kiss your bride under the star." The priests voiced thundered in the congregation. This was followed by joyous ululations, and clapping. Ryan bent down to kiss his wife's lips, now for the first time as a married couple, the shouts in the congregation turning into a blur, before the tangent smell of iron smashed into his world. The people were no longer celebrating nor ululating. Turning his face towards the crowd, he was overcome with a sudden rage. Howling, he did not even have time to think before he transformed into his wolf self, his tuxedo ripping into shards that now lay scrambled on the ground. Painting a picture of black and white contrasting. It spelt doom.