03-10-2017, 06:03 PM
The death-rattle of the rodent echoes against her sensitive ears. Epithet watches as the bird, white as new fallen snow, stalks it's prey and in a moment's breath, the mouse if found, clutched, it's tiny screams released before it succumbed to death. The pale woman watches it all.
But it is life.
What is unsettling is the way the bird lurches and bursts and births another equine right before her, pale and glittering with a pair of it's wings draped upon his strong back. Her mouth falls agape in the surprise, completely enthralled with this creature.
They are one in the same.
Epithet makes no effort to shield herself, years of magic has made her bold but she is quiet, watching him. The sound of low tones meet her ears as he speaks with dancing green eyes, the fall of chocolate and cream along his neck makes him breathtaking against the white backdrop of snow. "I do agree." The words slip from between her lips as she can't help to look away from his green eyes but in an act of comedy the pale mare slips into the exact hue of his eyes. She stands smiling rather playfully at him. "I must say I have not seen another shifter in some time." The mare stands there bright as a fresh cut emerald but with a smile. The slightly darker hue of her mane falling over her neck in long waves. "And what would you prefer to make it not so quiet?" Epi inquires with large blue eyes, smiling purely and honestly. She was not in the market to flirt, to dance the night away with strange men in the meadow but it was not often she meets another with the ability to change. Perhaps she could make an acquaintance at least out of this. "I'm Epithet." She slides her name as though it were a pair of aces across a wooden table. The green of her hide returning to the porcelain of her typical nature, dark lips smiling at him with curious blue eyes.
But it is life.
What is unsettling is the way the bird lurches and bursts and births another equine right before her, pale and glittering with a pair of it's wings draped upon his strong back. Her mouth falls agape in the surprise, completely enthralled with this creature.
They are one in the same.
Epithet makes no effort to shield herself, years of magic has made her bold but she is quiet, watching him. The sound of low tones meet her ears as he speaks with dancing green eyes, the fall of chocolate and cream along his neck makes him breathtaking against the white backdrop of snow. "I do agree." The words slip from between her lips as she can't help to look away from his green eyes but in an act of comedy the pale mare slips into the exact hue of his eyes. She stands smiling rather playfully at him. "I must say I have not seen another shifter in some time." The mare stands there bright as a fresh cut emerald but with a smile. The slightly darker hue of her mane falling over her neck in long waves. "And what would you prefer to make it not so quiet?" Epi inquires with large blue eyes, smiling purely and honestly. She was not in the market to flirt, to dance the night away with strange men in the meadow but it was not often she meets another with the ability to change. Perhaps she could make an acquaintance at least out of this. "I'm Epithet." She slides her name as though it were a pair of aces across a wooden table. The green of her hide returning to the porcelain of her typical nature, dark lips smiling at him with curious blue eyes.
Epithet