03-06-2018, 09:29 PM
DESPAYR
At Night She Walks the Beaches...
It has been nearly a decade since the sea foam splashed mare had returned to land. From the moment her magic had been returned to her, she abandoned her last child onto the beaches of Nerine and turned towards the depths of the turbulent seas. This was her preferred form, a slick skinned porpoise. Carelessly skimming through the ocean waves and teaming up with her pod to challenge the greatest of ocean creatures, the shark.
Eventually though she grew curious of what had become of her children, her brother and lover. Had he concqured Beqanna as he had threatened so long ago? Had their children fallen victim to his wrath? She assumed as much but curiousity is what drags her from the open seas and into the inlet of the river. The mixture of fresh and salt waters hardly phase her and as the stream shallows she is forced to shit into a form she hardly knows anymore. Each step of the thin pillars of bone creak and waver under the bulk of her weight. Swimming was so much more effortless. The discomfort causes a scowl to creep along her face as she climbs the bank and cloaks herself in the forests shadows.
Her mismatched eyes of earth and water gaze cautiously around her. There was no telling when her brother may catch wind of her return and hunt her down. With his transparent trickery, he could sneak up behind her with ease. Nares flare to draw in the scents of other near and far. Tasting for a hint of familiarity. She finds nothing and is momentarily satisfied that Waylan is long gone. Good riddance.
With another sweep of her eyes, she steps forwards. A crack of twig echoes within the dense forests and it is quickly followed by a snarl. Blue-tinted ears twist to locate the source of discontent. Finding a dark and light figure wading in the shallows. The creatures deep greens blended perfectly with the terrain beside him. With her sights fixed on the stallion, she emerged from the brush. The light and dark contrasts of her own body similar to his. Vines of ocean weed tangled within her dark tail whip at her sides in near agitation. Ears flat against her skull as she approaches hesitantly. Maybe this stranger would have answers she seeked, or perhaps he held something much more to be desired.
"Tell me stranger, who's kingdom is this?" Having been gone for such an extensive length of time, she knows little about a world she once inhabited...
Eventually though she grew curious of what had become of her children, her brother and lover. Had he concqured Beqanna as he had threatened so long ago? Had their children fallen victim to his wrath? She assumed as much but curiousity is what drags her from the open seas and into the inlet of the river. The mixture of fresh and salt waters hardly phase her and as the stream shallows she is forced to shit into a form she hardly knows anymore. Each step of the thin pillars of bone creak and waver under the bulk of her weight. Swimming was so much more effortless. The discomfort causes a scowl to creep along her face as she climbs the bank and cloaks herself in the forests shadows.
Her mismatched eyes of earth and water gaze cautiously around her. There was no telling when her brother may catch wind of her return and hunt her down. With his transparent trickery, he could sneak up behind her with ease. Nares flare to draw in the scents of other near and far. Tasting for a hint of familiarity. She finds nothing and is momentarily satisfied that Waylan is long gone. Good riddance.
With another sweep of her eyes, she steps forwards. A crack of twig echoes within the dense forests and it is quickly followed by a snarl. Blue-tinted ears twist to locate the source of discontent. Finding a dark and light figure wading in the shallows. The creatures deep greens blended perfectly with the terrain beside him. With her sights fixed on the stallion, she emerged from the brush. The light and dark contrasts of her own body similar to his. Vines of ocean weed tangled within her dark tail whip at her sides in near agitation. Ears flat against her skull as she approaches hesitantly. Maybe this stranger would have answers she seeked, or perhaps he held something much more to be desired.
"Tell me stranger, who's kingdom is this?" Having been gone for such an extensive length of time, she knows little about a world she once inhabited...
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@[Maugrim] so maybe they can cause a bit of trouble together and maybe a possible death in the future
