Jah-Lilah
So I'm back to the velvet underground, back to the floor that I love.
Circinae's mood is dampened for only a moment as my red mare insists that she snap out of it. The girl looks longingly after her, and in a flash is side by side, stride for stride with Jah-Lilah. Easy, so easy the seafoam queen makes everything look. There is a certain return to their roots that comes with the decision to avoid teleportation, and my primitive mare relishes it. Down into the river and up the other side they go, careless and sloppy in their mirth. Jah doesn't care. She lets out a whinny of joy as they stretch their legs to traverse the length of the land in front of them. Her heart races, but not from the exertion of their jaunt, it is the Wolf-of-the-Water. She is anxious, butterflies dancing in her stomach, yet, there is another stirring. She still can't put her hoof on it, but she feels...different. Strange cravings, a hunger like she's never known, it's like she's been changed since being with Circinae and Canaan.
Her mate suddenly launches herself forward as if shot from a canon, and Jah can only watch in admiration as Circy's powerful and perfect haunches carry her away. That dark mane streams behind her like a banner, and Jah-Lilah calls out again. She moves like a well-oiled machine, and instantly my firefly is caught up in her. A playful remark is tossed, and Jah-Lilah obliges willingly. She lunges and breaks into a mad gallop, whistling. She catches up in ten strides, but keeps just off the pace. She idles just at the flank of her lover, and suddenly is in character. She bares her teeth, ears pinned to her dome by the wind. She nips the girl, feeding off of her excited energy. Nipping her again with a growl, she sees the approaching land of Sylva.
The game of predator and prey is paused momentarily as her senses are flooded with the sights and sounds of the party. She slows up as they arrive, nickering low. Her sides heave as she catches her breath, inhaling deeply to see if the can scent her and @[Circinae]'s consort, @[Canaan]. The red wytch turns to her love, her light, breathless and grinning. "Can you see him, Wolf? You said he's coming too?" Her hide gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, she sidles alongside Wolf-of-the-Water, pressing her warm body against the mare.
In a room with some lace and paper flowers, back to the gypsy that I was.
stronger than you know