Rey
-Black cat in disguise-
All good things come to an end, which leads me to leave the comfort and protection of a growing Loess for the monotony and familiarity of the Field. “A change of scenery is necessary.” I convince myself, both crystal-like wings at my side flapping against a bitter updraft of air that sends me careening over the Forest treetops. Some have already begun to change in color and soon they’ll shed altogether for winter’s kiss.
Inspired, I begin to use my powers to change the color of my coat from drab grey to a vibrant orange, completing the picture by fading to butter yellow along my belly and legs, and adorning myself with a velvet red mane and tail. I feel like a palette set on fire, an ember drifting towards the earth on invisible strings.
Landing soundly, the clear appendages ruffling closed and perching tightly over my back to warm me up, I set off for the nearest bodies. Both stallions (what luck,) one a smudge of gold in an otherwise vibrant world, the other an eerie patterned gray, like Arthas but nix the obvious scales.
“And I’m Rey.” I follow smoothly behind Khaedrik, coasting in on the wave of introductions all around, “Three’s company, isn’t that what they say?” I jest lightly, knowing good and well it’s two’s company, three’s a crowd. They don’t look like the type to care anyways, and I’m not really the type to explain.
@[vulgaris] @[Khaedrik]