03-05-2017, 01:20 PM
Cold was the dark night with gnarled fingers that tangled in your hair. Epithet had decided at such an hour that the form a shaggy malamute was to be her shape. A wolf was too menacing, too intense and Epi did not want to frighten any she should happen to cross paths with (immortality had it's perks).
The white dog with careful blue eyes move through the crust of winter's cover, dodging the shadows and illuminating all the secrets that lay just within reach. Her sensitive nose conjures shapes through the forest as she makes her way for the meadow, open and without cover. One heavy paw in from of the other, soundless as she moves over the freshly laid snow, no more than a shadow against her backdrop.
But from the corner of her eye (she nearly missed him!) a creamy white male stands near one of the sparse trees that stood in the vast white sea of snow. A curious cock of her head gives way to her resuming her normal equine shape. "Hello." The mare speaks softly, cautious of this other that stood so alone on a cold night. He is taller than she and she notes the sunken stature of his shoulders, the dreaminess in his eyes when she can finally look into them.
He had lost someone or something.
"I'm Epithet, are you-" She begins but then hesitates as concern crosses her pale features, the edges of her dark lips thinning with worry. She did not like to see others in distress, "Are you okay?" Her tones of her voice fall as lightly as the very snow that surrounds them. With pricked eyes, she edges another step forward but being mindful of escape if the other should prove to be anything other than what he was in this very moment.
Epithet