Demi
The days blur together for Demi. They are never a mundane routine, but they blur, nonetheless. I find ways to entertain myself though. Often here -within the common lands- I can find some sort of amusement. Today is no different when my sharp eye catches a wispy woman dancing along the earth below. Her wings flutter about in her child-like antics, and I see a reflection of myself splashing about. I only ever watched them, my entertainment, from the place in the skies above. It was better here, to see them how they act when no one is watching. But Demi is watching.
Always watching.
My form is tawny and sleek today. Inconspicuous and unremarkable. I glide along the air currents above, no movement in my wings. To them I am nothing but a speck in the sky; to me they are just as they see themselves. Each color distinct, each movement noticed, each word spoken as if whispered in my ear. My head lowers to watch her more closely. Catching now the presence of another being the woman has hidden from my notice. A dark and fiery figure looms near and I suspect they are on the same path. Destined to meet.
Words are called out across the lands from the flame licked man and I curiously await the interaction I feel is coming. This should be the most entertaining day I have had in what seems like ages. I circle high, directly above the space between the pair. The man's words have more bodies creep near, another man and then another woman. Curiosity coils within me as it has been some time since a gathering of this size congregates. I must get a closer look at what is happening here.
My hunter form gives way to a black trickster. A thing that signals omens. I dive from my perch in the sky to that of a nearby tree. The only clue to my inner self is the mismatch of my eyes. One an icy blue, the other blood red. The trees shade cloaks me in shadows as I watch and listen. I am interested to know just how this man is to give away freedom as if it is a free thing to give. Surely there is a catch, a fine printed line within a contract.
Always watching.
My form is tawny and sleek today. Inconspicuous and unremarkable. I glide along the air currents above, no movement in my wings. To them I am nothing but a speck in the sky; to me they are just as they see themselves. Each color distinct, each movement noticed, each word spoken as if whispered in my ear. My head lowers to watch her more closely. Catching now the presence of another being the woman has hidden from my notice. A dark and fiery figure looms near and I suspect they are on the same path. Destined to meet.
Words are called out across the lands from the flame licked man and I curiously await the interaction I feel is coming. This should be the most entertaining day I have had in what seems like ages. I circle high, directly above the space between the pair. The man's words have more bodies creep near, another man and then another woman. Curiosity coils within me as it has been some time since a gathering of this size congregates. I must get a closer look at what is happening here.
My hunter form gives way to a black trickster. A thing that signals omens. I dive from my perch in the sky to that of a nearby tree. The only clue to my inner self is the mismatch of my eyes. One an icy blue, the other blood red. The trees shade cloaks me in shadows as I watch and listen. I am interested to know just how this man is to give away freedom as if it is a free thing to give. Surely there is a catch, a fine printed line within a contract.
Legends & Myths
Appearance: First a peregrine falcon; then a raven