09-10-2020, 02:56 PM
Nilam
Nilam has relied on her magically good looks and tactile hypnosis all her life; many of her siblings shared something predatory, the girl nursing with her now is no exception. But the sapphire-and-gold mare does not have the patience her father has; when she wants something, she speeds up time or reverses it to give herself a second chance (and do it better the next time). No such thing is possible when the subject manipulates time as well, however.
He asks if she is done wanting to eat him, and she chuckles. ”Of course not.” Yet, she shrugs as if it’s unimportant. To her, it is; she can’t eat him now, or it is so unlikely for her to succeed that she doesn't try. Never mind what she wanted to do. She tilts her head ar his question and nods at the first half. She doesn’t know where the gift came from, only that it is not something any of her father’s other children have. And he has many - so many that the deduction that it is something from her mother’s side is painfully obvious.
While he racks his brain for his own age, the sapphire mare sidesteps and half-heartedly kicks the girl. A small his might be heard when the filly comes close again, until she stays away from Nilam’s belly. Two, he thinks, and she decides that that’s a good enough age for the girl as well. She hasn’t done it before, however. His confession that his control isn’t great snaps her attention back to him, and momentarily disappointment flashes across her face.
He studies her in return; her tail is obviously gone, but he’d seen it and the scales are still there; as is the elongated jawline, as are her shark-teeth. ”A hunter, obviously,” she states. Her father had been locked in a hole not too long ago, for being discovered as the source of several... disappearances. So she doesn’t blurt out the name of her species, even if it’s rare. It wouldn’t do to spread such knowledge - especially not across time. ”And what does that make you?” she smirks.
He asks if she is done wanting to eat him, and she chuckles. ”Of course not.” Yet, she shrugs as if it’s unimportant. To her, it is; she can’t eat him now, or it is so unlikely for her to succeed that she doesn't try. Never mind what she wanted to do. She tilts her head ar his question and nods at the first half. She doesn’t know where the gift came from, only that it is not something any of her father’s other children have. And he has many - so many that the deduction that it is something from her mother’s side is painfully obvious.
While he racks his brain for his own age, the sapphire mare sidesteps and half-heartedly kicks the girl. A small his might be heard when the filly comes close again, until she stays away from Nilam’s belly. Two, he thinks, and she decides that that’s a good enough age for the girl as well. She hasn’t done it before, however. His confession that his control isn’t great snaps her attention back to him, and momentarily disappointment flashes across her face.
He studies her in return; her tail is obviously gone, but he’d seen it and the scales are still there; as is the elongated jawline, as are her shark-teeth. ”A hunter, obviously,” she states. Her father had been locked in a hole not too long ago, for being discovered as the source of several... disappearances. So she doesn’t blurt out the name of her species, even if it’s rare. It wouldn’t do to spread such knowledge - especially not across time. ”And what does that make you?” she smirks.
there is no new wave
only the sea
only the sea
@[Ridiculous]