03-10-2017, 08:19 PM
She catches her reflection in the wetness of his eyes. There is a glint, mischievous and loud though he is soundless. The pale mare heard his words, the curiosity that lies just beyond the syllables off a clever tongue but before she can bat her lashes, the male is rapid in his change. The equine body condenses, meshes, melts into an unruly large snake with dripping fangs and the same green eyes.
Epithet spents a moment laughing gently at his game.
With practiced ease, she moves before him to that of the Longma. A ripple of hard scales form over her body, iron smelt hooves replace the fine black ones that she typically wore. Sharp antlers grow into a crown as she waits for his movement. The quiet mare. The gentle one. Heaven sent...don't forget.
But immortality makes little creature bold.
She smiles at him prettily through fanged teeth as a hoof uplifts ice, dirt and grass with a single dig. She does not fear the large reptile and perhaps even welcomes the challenge. Epithet would sort it out later. It was too easy to assume the size of a woolly mammoth, a walrus, or even the hyena but she is not stupid and is aware of his abilities now. The Longma woman lifts upon her hind legs, a low feral call lifting from her lips as she launches at the snake, fanged teeth bear as she aims to plant the hard cloven hooves squarely for it's tender spine but mindful of the animal's own teeth, fangs bore as she seeks the tender flesh of the reptile. It was not her aim to kill, injure, or maim but if he wanted to spar...well, she would give him what he wanted.
Epithet had had enough. She would no longer banish herself to the shadows. No longer would she be allow herself to be perceived as weak. Blue eyes flash violently as she aims to bear down upon her prey.
Epithet spents a moment laughing gently at his game.
With practiced ease, she moves before him to that of the Longma. A ripple of hard scales form over her body, iron smelt hooves replace the fine black ones that she typically wore. Sharp antlers grow into a crown as she waits for his movement. The quiet mare. The gentle one. Heaven sent...don't forget.
But immortality makes little creature bold.
She smiles at him prettily through fanged teeth as a hoof uplifts ice, dirt and grass with a single dig. She does not fear the large reptile and perhaps even welcomes the challenge. Epithet would sort it out later. It was too easy to assume the size of a woolly mammoth, a walrus, or even the hyena but she is not stupid and is aware of his abilities now. The Longma woman lifts upon her hind legs, a low feral call lifting from her lips as she launches at the snake, fanged teeth bear as she aims to plant the hard cloven hooves squarely for it's tender spine but mindful of the animal's own teeth, fangs bore as she seeks the tender flesh of the reptile. It was not her aim to kill, injure, or maim but if he wanted to spar...well, she would give him what he wanted.
Epithet had had enough. She would no longer banish herself to the shadows. No longer would she be allow herself to be perceived as weak. Blue eyes flash violently as she aims to bear down upon her prey.
Epithet