Give them hell; Corban

[Davina]

She is so fucking bored.

There is so little to do within the nomadic confines of the common lands. Leaving the carnivorous beauty to invest time in her dirty little habits. Hunting had become a sport. So fruitful and so comically easy. Her targets were mostly woodland creatures; rabbits, pheasants, and of course her absolute favorite deer. She found them all so fascinating how they ran without hesitation,  flight taking over their bodies until their untimely demise. But the deer held a special place within her heart, they were so unpredictable, so complex in how one second they flee and then the next they whirl around and fight, charging towards her in their regal glory.

Deer were proud creatures, strong, but unfortunately foolish. Her brawls with them were quick and calculated. A simple lunge for the neck sealed their fate, horns and all they would fall crumbling to the ground like dust. So simple, so easy, and so satisfying. 

She had mastered it.

Yet today is different, she isn't hungry and she is horribly bored of picking off mindless creatures of the forest, so instead she finds herself coiled within the branches of a tree. Fixated upon something other than the hunt. The chameleon women finds herself watching over the few equine who linger within the depths of the forest, she peered over with violet scaled eyes, prying at their conversations, digesting their gossip. Hoping her vibrant hues, and sly eaves dropping won't be noticed.

my heart is a weapon of war

Davina

@[Corban]
She looks like this in her chameleon form but with a shorter nose lmao:

[Corban]

What Is A Man With No Honor

He flies in his crow form, the black bird's feathers reflect hughes of blue and purple in the sun's blaze. He soars unbeknown to the equines below, easy to eavesdrop if he chooses.

But he doesn't,  they never seem to say anything exciting anyway. So instead he looks for a tree to settle into. Being able to shift into the small bird form allows him isolation if he desires it, it allows him to live in secrecy when he so chooses.

He picks a large tree, one that is full and offers protection from the heat. He settles into a branch and quickly falls content with the shade provided on the inside of the tree, something equines aren't so lucky with.

Although his crow eye quickly catches something bright and when his eyes focus on it, it is a chameleon? He tilts his head, quiet an odd creature to be living here, especially one of this vibrant color. Of course a chameleon can change colors but why pink? a shifter? he thinks to himself.

The bird skips branches until he shares one with the chameleon, again he tilts his head, his gaze focusing on it. Are you a shifter? he finally asks, should it really be a chameleon he would just not receive a response.

[corban]

@[Davina]