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blue jeans, white shirt; any - Epithet - 05-06-2017
Beqanna had altered herself once again. There had been an explosion of lands, a collective sonic boom of birthing. Suddenly Beqanna had expanded and lurched herself across existence, creating a multitude of territories. Epithet believes it may be to her benefit to explore. A sheen of sweat still slicked her pale skin from her race with the green stallion, Wyrm. She had found him refreshing with his cunning smile and abilities that matched her own. Long limbs move her over the grounds, opting to retain her equine form except for the pair of delicate black wings that drip over her spine like an oil spill. A thirst burns in her throat, causing a sea glass eye to locate a wide river. Her descent is demonstrated with ease as she soon dips and settles against the damp soil. Dark stained lips reach for the water, cold and refreshing, a small shiver moving across her spine as she drinks her fill. Epithet RE: blue jeans, white shirt; any - Chemdog - 05-11-2017
@[Epithet] RE: blue jeans, white shirt; any - Epithet - 05-13-2017
An oddly marked man causes her to jerk away from the water, spraying it in a rather comical manner. His voice is musing, his face grinning. Epithet ponders the level of his sanity for a brief moment. She watches quietly as he moves towards her, standing off just a bit, to drink in some of the icy water. Epi watches him still without doing the same. She is a wide eyed cautious girl but choses to not armor herself up just yet. "How long have you lived here?" She asks with heightened tones, watchful of the way he moves, the slip of a pink tongue along his lips. Epithet knows she has her gifts and there are few who an overtake her but one can never be too careful as Beqanna seemed to enjoy toying with her residents from time to time. The dark wings on her spine melt away against her back so the mare appears to be a simple equine like the male before her. She does not think much of it as magic drips from every nook and cranny these days. The porcelain woman tilts her head slightly, reading his expressions as best as she can. "What's your name, river king?" Epithet murmurs with a slight smile touching the edges of her dark lips, listening for his reply. Epithet RE: blue jeans, white shirt; any - Chemdog - 05-21-2017
@[Epithet] RE: blue jeans, white shirt; any - Epithet - 05-22-2017
Epithet decides to draw away from his hungry mouth and dancing eyes. The porcelain woman listens the wolf of a man, his name flitting from his lips, the way his words clip from his tongue. She is an unmoved by his handsomely painted frame as they share this patch of Beqanna, meeting at the river like a pair of secret lovers. "Chem." His name coats her tongue as she tastes the syllables. It is name she has not known in her time on this earth. A dark eye turns to him as she teases her playfully and she responds with a little smile, her forelock falling across her eyes for a moment. "I don't know, Chem." Epi responds genuinely, as shrug moving her shoulders. "I haven't found my place yet." She speaks more to herself than her companion with words that are thick and murky. Her mind wanders for a moment before she catches herself and then returns her gaze to the stallion. "Sorry." She laughs while watching him. "I'm Epithet." The woman remarks with a smile toying across her dark lips, figuring it was her turn to give up a little information. Epithet RE: blue jeans, white shirt; any - Chemdog - 06-15-2017
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