08-13-2015, 01:47 PM
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 For months now she has hidden, keeping deep in the southern Jungle were the paths are overgrown and the leopards have hungry yellow eyes. At first shock had kept her away, shock and the overwhelming lack of control over her own body. She dreamt of Nerissa every night for a month, waking in a panicked sweat from dreams about her own death. The dreams had faded in time, but what had happened to her in the magic world has shown no sign of fading. The lack of control has been slowly replaced with an iron tightness; practice and solitude have her shifting in the blink of an eye. Ephrelle still has no words for what had happened, but she is finally comfortable with what she is. A monster. She has accepted herself and only now is she ready to see if the Amazons are still willing to accept her. She is doubtful, for the flower and vine have been gone many months now, and her golden honeybee is nowhere to be found. Instead, she wears the mark of the monster on her elegant black nose, the scalloped golden edges of scales where scales have no right to be. Still, she knows she must return, and so when summer begins to fade and the heat is lifting ever so slightly, she comes home. At three, she’s not entirely grown, but she is not the lanky young thing that had disappeared. The flecks of white have spread across her smoky black coat, leaving her head and legs black but turning her body mottled grey and white. Her mane and tail remain black as well, though the muscled, spiked appendage she wears behind her is nothing like the silky-haired tail of before. She is not so drastically changed that she thinks no one will recognize her, but it is not their recognition she wants – it is their acceptance. Ducking beneath a low hanging liana, the young mare makes her way back into the heart of the Jungle, and waits to see what awaits her. then take this pleasure and take it with the pain |