10-23-2017, 09:37 AM
Epithet does not mourn for the other woman but perhaps she has taken a graceful way out and simply vanished. It would certainly benefit the situation that is being had between Wyrm and Epithet. A smile blooms upon her lips, full and pleased as she closes the deep blue of her eyes and loves the feeling of his skin and body firmly pressed against her own.
But-
Something is out there. Her skin tingles with a cold chill despite the strange warm indian summer night. Epithet jerks her head as she listens with expanded nostrils, scenting the air, using her ability to shift to filter the air but nothing catches...it had been just an inclination Epithet shakes it off so she may full engage in the moment with the emerald stallion, loving his skin, his scent. "Wyrm." She whispers gently, lipping at his neck, preening the bit of emerald mane that meets his withers. She is practically purring like a kitten, disregarding any sort of disturbance from earlier.
But-
Something is out there. Her skin tingles with a cold chill despite the strange warm indian summer night. Epithet jerks her head as she listens with expanded nostrils, scenting the air, using her ability to shift to filter the air but nothing catches...it had been just an inclination Epithet shakes it off so she may full engage in the moment with the emerald stallion, loving his skin, his scent. "Wyrm." She whispers gently, lipping at his neck, preening the bit of emerald mane that meets his withers. She is practically purring like a kitten, disregarding any sort of disturbance from earlier.
Epithet
((wanted to post something, wasn't sure what really
maybe they can all go to the party? wasn't sure who was supposed to post next))