03-08-2020, 02:44 PM
you raise him a whole war.
She is alone, and she relishes that feeling.
When you are born with three other siblings – quadruplets, which she had learned as she grew older was entirely unheard of – it was difficult to find quiet, and even more difficult to find your sense of self outside of your siblings. Their parents had raised them perfectly, never letting any of them feel left behind or forgotten, but sometimes Rosine just wanted to be alone. She wanted to be left with her own thoughts, she wanted to discover her own places, she wanted something that she didn’t have to share.
She wanted something that was just hers, and not part of a set.
It was easier, now that they were older. It didn’t seem to be as noticeable when she was gone, especially with the newborn twins garnering most of everyone’s attention. She found herself taking on her wolf form more often, finding it was more practical to navigate the more rugged, isolated parts of Beqanna on paws rather than hooves, and it was far more satisfying than simply gliding over it with wings.
She is in the forest today, her gray fur blending almost seamlessly with the dreary winter backdrop and further muted by the dim light as she travels over fallen limb and through the bramble. It’s his scent that causes her to stop, to lift her head and further test the air with her nose, her bright eyes sharpening. She did not often find horses this far out, and when she did, they tended to be the kind she wanted to steer clear of – or, the kind that Beqanna was better off without anyway.
But she shifts before she approaches, deciding to see what he was like without being faced with the threat of a predator. Her wolf form disappears, and when she reveals herself from behind the copse of trees, she is fully equine – but still with those same vibrantly colored eyes that pierce him through the shadows. “Why are you so far out here?” She asks him from where she stands, the faint glow of her skin chasing away the darkness, and with pastel roses woven throughout her hair it was difficult to imagine that just moments before she is the same girl that had been contemplating whether this man was a meal or a conversation companion.
rosine.
I've never posted her before, so, bear with me.