[private] on the brink

[Beyza]

As of yet, Beyza has no true desire to leave the safety of Pangea - though today her curiosity about the “outside” world is a little stronger than usual. She’s found her way to the southern border, where the rocky ground begins to give way to lush grasses and the world beyond. She senses more than she sees where the border is, her white eyes glancing upon that invisible line before drifting to the horizon. It’s late afternoon, the sunlight golden though a storm rumbles in the distance. The warmth of the light does little to bring any life to the colourless filly as she stands almost unnaturally still at the border. A slight glow surrounds her, though whether that is from her magic or the sunlight refracting off of her coat it is hard to say. She certainly does not know - she’s not yet figured out how to control any of the things that happen around her. So far, at least, the way her body shifts and changes had not been awful - except for a small incident when she had mimicked the armoured creatures that patrol Pangea in the night. For now, though, it is only the glow around her as her mind drifts into daydreams while her small white hooves remain firmly planted on the earth. BEYZA something borrowed into something new

@[greta] NOT MUCH but it's a starter <3

[greta]

@[Beyza] This is JUST what I needed <3

GRETA

I once held your soldier heart between my war teeth; shook it like a dog with a bone until it knew the fear of good love.

" Do you remember? "

As of yet, Greta knew nothing. She knew the delirious desires of her Father, to lock her away as a plaything, to deride her of any true connection or happiness. She knew the leathery and luscious cocoon of Ghaul’s wings. She knew the harsh reality that this world was never hers for the picking. Somehow, she knew that there was no decision for her here - no real roost to call her own. She somehow knew that despite what she ached for, wished for, dreamed for - she would always be bidden to His desires.

Greta has not been here again for long. Finally, finally, He had released her from that glass globe of torture. Finally, He had decided he was bored, and she could be released to Beqanna again. And so she came - the only place she knew of (and how ironic it was that it was a land He once came to himself). She had no where (no one) else. And so here, it was.

She knew no one, save Gaul (and Him, of course). But Ghaul could not always be there. And so he sent her off, with a nudge and a nod of assurance that she would be safe. Here, it was just her. No Him, no walls of fortitude, no glass cage to throw herself against. Here, in Pangea, she was free to roam and do as she pleased (a grateful and wonderful thing). She finds herself today carefully perusing her surroundings (one can never be too careful when it comes to surroundings). Her head is down, her wings (so unused and feeble, a flight never found in them) draping the ground, causing small ruts where she once was. There is so much to see, so much to discover and delight (so vast and different from the globe she once lived).

And there over the crest of the leaf strewn and spattered hill- a light. Bright and blinding - a fearsome thing, an omen of nothing pleasant. That blinding light that decided He was close, He was here. (But - why? Why this time did He opt for white and light, not dark and diminshing) Her body is taut and tense, her wings succumb to her sides tight and drawn. He would not take her again - not so soon, so near. “No!” From inside her lithe and little body she finds a peel of disobedience. A reckless call against the shadowy form she can figure out from the halo of brilliance. “I won’t go back again! You cannot make me!” She can’t, she will not. (And a fool she is to think she has a choice).

And the light - it hurts so much, she can hardly open her eyes. It feels as if her skin is blistering, her mouth dry, her very existence ready to burn and burnish. Was this His intent? To not only force her into submission, but to wrack her senses and sense of self too? How cruel the might of magicians can be.

[Beyza]

For a few moments, the afternoon is peaceful. The glowing statue of a filly is lost in her thoughts and doesn’t notice that someone is nearby behind her until the cries shatter all of her daydreams and the golden feeling of the moment. It is such a violent contrast to where her mind had been a moment ago that it does more than surprise her - she feels shaken right down to her core. Her magic reacts faster than her mind can. In an instant, as she whips around to seek the source of the distress, the glow that had been surrounding Beyza winks out and she is no longer a white filly - but a small snow leopard cub. It’s a form her mother has taken before, and one that brings her comfort - though her take on it is significantly smaller and less protection. She's never felt threatened before, and she's still learning how to control her magic, but it's a step in the right direction. Her eyes remain the same as before - white without pupils - and they land on the one who had cried out. It’s a girl not much older than her, and Beyza is absolutely stunned. There’s no one else around, but she cannot fathom how she could have caused so much distress. None of the words made sense to her. “I won’t make you do anything.” She hurries to say in a voice that does not sound as strong as she would like - as she takes a few shaking steps forward, alarmed and concerned all at the same time. But as much as she wants to help this stranger, she can’t quite conquer her own fear just yet and she’s forced to stop her approach until her breathing and trembling can calm. BEYZA something borrowed into something new

@[greta]