03-16-2017, 06:49 PM
Their bodies crasha nd crumble against one another in a terrible thunderclap. Her white agaisnt hi black, heavent sent and hell born. Teeth seek skin. Antlers seeking soft spots to gore.
They break free, Epi panting and watching with a keen eyes. She does not see the ant...the mouse only seen at the last moment but the sight of the giant creature is unmistakable. Lids fall to narrow as the Longma woman eyes the massive reptile as the familiar warmth of fire begins to brew in her belly as she lowers her head in preparation for war but instead, where she thought she was prepping for a true fight, a spray of snow disrupts her sight. The fire erupts from between her lips, steaming the snow and evaporating it but between the droplets, the ivory man steps. Ears move as she listens, his voice reaching her. "Wyrm?" The mare breathes as her scales fall off, the antlers dissolving as Epithet returns to her equine form. A small smile touches the edges of her lips as she take sa few deep breathes to calm the roar of blood in her veins. "Never have I seen such a large reptile." The remark is given, a compliment, if you will. Deep blue eyes watch him in a new light, having enjoyed the little tussle. "Where are you from Wyrm?" Epithet is quite surprised to find another with such abilities but it was a pleasant surprise to find another that could possibly understand her, understand the power at their hooves.
But it was nice. Nice to feel normal. Nice to have a conversation. Nice to feel like she could actually belong in Beqanna. Quiet attention is given to the stallion as she listens for his reply.
They break free, Epi panting and watching with a keen eyes. She does not see the ant...the mouse only seen at the last moment but the sight of the giant creature is unmistakable. Lids fall to narrow as the Longma woman eyes the massive reptile as the familiar warmth of fire begins to brew in her belly as she lowers her head in preparation for war but instead, where she thought she was prepping for a true fight, a spray of snow disrupts her sight. The fire erupts from between her lips, steaming the snow and evaporating it but between the droplets, the ivory man steps. Ears move as she listens, his voice reaching her. "Wyrm?" The mare breathes as her scales fall off, the antlers dissolving as Epithet returns to her equine form. A small smile touches the edges of her lips as she take sa few deep breathes to calm the roar of blood in her veins. "Never have I seen such a large reptile." The remark is given, a compliment, if you will. Deep blue eyes watch him in a new light, having enjoyed the little tussle. "Where are you from Wyrm?" Epithet is quite surprised to find another with such abilities but it was a pleasant surprise to find another that could possibly understand her, understand the power at their hooves.
But it was nice. Nice to feel normal. Nice to have a conversation. Nice to feel like she could actually belong in Beqanna. Quiet attention is given to the stallion as she listens for his reply.
Epithet