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heaven sent; offspring/any - Epithet - 07-07-2017
Lately her trysts in the meadow had seemed to sour. The autumn hours draped in the skin of a silver lioness under fat harvest moons had dulled the sea green of her eyes. Epithet began to wonder if maybe a change of scenery, a change of lifestyle could suit her better. She had been so high she was dizzy then shattered and glued back together on false promises and slivers of glass lies. She wears the scars of childbirth and rearing as a bronzed shield. She no longer would play a victim in their lives. She blazes like a coal fire beneath the bedrock, everlasting and toxic. The porcelain mare plucks her way into Tephra, weaving and turning as she follows old deer paths long stripped of their scent. Perhaps in this new life, this one she carves out rather than being forced, could be much more suiting. Each footfall brings a bulk to her stance. Taller, more muscular, more masculine. She rips stretches and fills outward easily to a stallion, thick and knotted, reaching a comfortable 17 and a half hands at her withers. She coats herself in the deepest blue-black of the ocean's eyes, cobalt and glistening as small flecks of white steak across her skin like that of ash upon Pompeii. Fine feathers cover her hooves as she moves methodically over the hardened soil and deeper into the humid embrace of Tephra. An expansion of feathers form handsomely at her spine, a pair of black rams horns curling at her brow and thickly spiraling behind her ears. Epithet finds a place to stop, heavy chest filling, ribs expanding as she tastes the sulfur and acrid undertones. The blue-black of her bulk feels heavy at first but perhaps this body, this identity would stick together the torn seams, to free herself from the sadness that encased her former self. At least it was worth a shot. A short, deep call gives away her place as she should expect to be found any way. One hoof cocks slightly as she rests, her new body tingling but the heaviness of her head with it's weight proved to be a new adjustment to her stance. Perhaps this land of heat could be what she craves. ----- [appearance] stallion-17.2-deep blue-black with small white spots-feathered wings of same color-black ram horns Epithet Okay so I'm trying something new with her. Let's see how this goes. RE: heaven sent; offspring/any - Pumpkin Spice - 07-09-2017 OOC: Sorry for all the words, it's been a while since I played as Spice and she needs some exercise :p RE: heaven sent; offspring/any - Epithet - 07-17-2017
A simple smile spreads over the deep blue of Epithet's lips as she is greeted by a smaller horse, a pretty autumn fire mare. The blue male does the normal thing, a casual glance over the other's small frame, plumped by winter and not a child. Epi allows the pull of the smirk to encase the blue mouth as she tosses the knotted length of her forelock away from her eyes, sticking behind the curl of a her left horn. Epithet enjoys the feeling of this body, a man's body. She enjoys the way the cold is impenetrable, the way the rust mare watched with blooming curiosity but Epithet hesitates after the other's introduction. A dark blue stallion can not give the name 'Epithet'. No, that would not do. '"Cole." The name slips easily from her tongue, conjured up by something -someone that lay buried inside. Epithet is almost surprised but does not allow herself to break. The dark horned male falls quiet, a heavy hoof moving a bit out so he may stretch his form under the watchful eye of the sun. "Tephra." The tall male echoes the name of the acrid land though Epi already knows it. But 'Cole' does not so Epi speaks as though it is all new. Dark eyes roll to examine the lands before moving back to the smaller mare. "Pumpkin Spice-", her name is spoken low and deeply, "are you here all alone?" Epi asks with a quirked brow, an innocent enough question though she knows the other isn't. So far, so good. ----- [appearance] stallion-17.2-deep blue-black with small white spots-raven's wings-black ram horns Epithet <3<3 |