09-13-2017, 04:18 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
So tear me open and pour me out.
The red sorceress didn't have long with her private emotions. She had heard and smelled the rebellious pair coming before she saw them. The blue-gray female was unmistakable, she constantly wore an odor that was both lupine and equine, but not warm and safe like that of her lover's. This mare smelled coppery-metallic, like blood, and stank of the white wolf. She can hear the moment the girl shifts, light, padded steps turning into the heavy thuds of a careless creature, unabashed and unafraid of anything. She is met stride for stride with the scent of the white wolf, they are two peas in the same pod, and Jah-Lilah does not waste time sending up sparks all around herself. She turns to face them before they reach her, and she cannot hide her agitation.
Dark ears are pinned slightly, but perk as the girl speaks. The bruise-colored female is nothing if not alluring, she's well put together and only a fool would not be attracted to her. A wave of interest rolls through the mare's body, as strong as the electrical current she controls. She dismisses it. My firefly licks her lips as the girl speaks, ears back down to half-mast, eyes narrowed. "I know who your are, Dark-Moon. Neither you nor your company need to tell me anything." Dismissively she turns back to watching the dead kingdom of Loess, pondering, plotting, calculating. They could be useful, if nothing else. Two wrongs don't make a right, but two strongs make a power couple. She blows through her nose, speaking without looking at them. "I know not where their Queen is, Dark-Moon, I can smell her though. She's still down there, somewhere."
The white walker speaks, then pisses all over the ground, vulgar as can be. She still holds him partially responsible for her dearest mate losing her home, and her muzzle is pulled back tensly as he nears her. She is unclear as to why he's here, why he's speaking to her. She snorts and wears a disgusted look, then watches him trot forth into Loess. Jah-Lilah hesitates, watching them carefully. She doesn't follow anyone but her water nymph and her wanderer, but she watches the pair, interest piqued. He encourages her to follow, but for now she is still, watching the retreating rump of Thana, and wondering where the two are off to.
There's things inside that scream and shout.
The red sorceress didn't have long with her private emotions. She had heard and smelled the rebellious pair coming before she saw them. The blue-gray female was unmistakable, she constantly wore an odor that was both lupine and equine, but not warm and safe like that of her lover's. This mare smelled coppery-metallic, like blood, and stank of the white wolf. She can hear the moment the girl shifts, light, padded steps turning into the heavy thuds of a careless creature, unabashed and unafraid of anything. She is met stride for stride with the scent of the white wolf, they are two peas in the same pod, and Jah-Lilah does not waste time sending up sparks all around herself. She turns to face them before they reach her, and she cannot hide her agitation.
Dark ears are pinned slightly, but perk as the girl speaks. The bruise-colored female is nothing if not alluring, she's well put together and only a fool would not be attracted to her. A wave of interest rolls through the mare's body, as strong as the electrical current she controls. She dismisses it. My firefly licks her lips as the girl speaks, ears back down to half-mast, eyes narrowed. "I know who your are, Dark-Moon. Neither you nor your company need to tell me anything." Dismissively she turns back to watching the dead kingdom of Loess, pondering, plotting, calculating. They could be useful, if nothing else. Two wrongs don't make a right, but two strongs make a power couple. She blows through her nose, speaking without looking at them. "I know not where their Queen is, Dark-Moon, I can smell her though. She's still down there, somewhere."
The white walker speaks, then pisses all over the ground, vulgar as can be. She still holds him partially responsible for her dearest mate losing her home, and her muzzle is pulled back tensly as he nears her. She is unclear as to why he's here, why he's speaking to her. She snorts and wears a disgusted look, then watches him trot forth into Loess. Jah-Lilah hesitates, watching them carefully. She doesn't follow anyone but her water nymph and her wanderer, but she watches the pair, interest piqued. He encourages her to follow, but for now she is still, watching the retreating rump of Thana, and wondering where the two are off to.
There's things inside that scream and shout.