02-23-2019, 09:54 PM
The word that Castile has begun to rule Loess had passed quickly over Beqanna. Castile was her much adored older sibling that she attempted to visit regularly (when he was not busy with work). She had taken to the waters, her kelpie form far more elegant and sculpted than the natural born creatures, the water splits easily over her two toned form.
Ischia is warmer and more suited for her habitat but she is happy to clear the waters to see her brother. Word had passed that even her father had come to live with her dragon brother! An excitement twists her taunt as she nears closer to Loess. Her sweet father with his quiet reservation...her bother's embrace, gods how she could not wait to hold him close! Isobell moves the water to either side quite easily as she hurried.
'The sand is not as fine as it is in Ischia...'
She thinks silently as she pulls one finely made hoof to the shore as the other followed. The length of her long, billowing finds now shift into a pair of eternally lovely legs (too pretty and too powerful). Silver eyes of her father rotate in her skull with slit eyes. The land was scented with Castile's pheromones and it urged her to move on. The beach is rough with pebbles and uneven under hoof, trees sprout protectively to shield away prying eyes but Isobell cares not for silly barricades that keep her from her beloved brother.
A cool wind rustles against the obsidian and moonstone scales that coat her hide, drying them. Isobell does not pay it much mind and still walks on with lean legs as she follows the scent. It grow stronger, drawing her on, her predatory senses emerging as she seeks her kin.
Time passes, the path easing, and she knows he is close. There are other smells her...such as Lior's, but women;s as well. He brow furrows instinctively in response as she slows her hurried pace. Her brother kept a harem here...
The kelpie mare stops her forward motion as it was customary (though her family were here) to announce her presence. A high call of melodic soprano song is lifted from her dark lips as she attempts a more diplomatic approach rather then shoving past any who should question her. After all, she is Khaleesi to Ivar and Ischia and it is only right to offer a civil first impression to any who should come to meet her call.
Ischia is warmer and more suited for her habitat but she is happy to clear the waters to see her brother. Word had passed that even her father had come to live with her dragon brother! An excitement twists her taunt as she nears closer to Loess. Her sweet father with his quiet reservation...her bother's embrace, gods how she could not wait to hold him close! Isobell moves the water to either side quite easily as she hurried.
'The sand is not as fine as it is in Ischia...'
She thinks silently as she pulls one finely made hoof to the shore as the other followed. The length of her long, billowing finds now shift into a pair of eternally lovely legs (too pretty and too powerful). Silver eyes of her father rotate in her skull with slit eyes. The land was scented with Castile's pheromones and it urged her to move on. The beach is rough with pebbles and uneven under hoof, trees sprout protectively to shield away prying eyes but Isobell cares not for silly barricades that keep her from her beloved brother.
A cool wind rustles against the obsidian and moonstone scales that coat her hide, drying them. Isobell does not pay it much mind and still walks on with lean legs as she follows the scent. It grow stronger, drawing her on, her predatory senses emerging as she seeks her kin.
Time passes, the path easing, and she knows he is close. There are other smells her...such as Lior's, but women;s as well. He brow furrows instinctively in response as she slows her hurried pace. Her brother kept a harem here...
The kelpie mare stops her forward motion as it was customary (though her family were here) to announce her presence. A high call of melodic soprano song is lifted from her dark lips as she attempts a more diplomatic approach rather then shoving past any who should question her. After all, she is Khaleesi to Ivar and Ischia and it is only right to offer a civil first impression to any who should come to meet her call.
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