10-24-2019, 07:05 PM
Serabi
The young girl was a wild one, a trait she certainly got from her mother. Gifted with shapeshifting, always able to approach in a new form. Though she can pick anything, she prefers to travel in the form of a panther.
The black cat prowls through the meadow, approaching a year now her busy mother allows her to move freely about beqanna. Though she doesn't know exactly where she goes, or who she talks to.
The young feline stalks in the cool night, her black pelt nearly meshing into the darkness of the night if it wasn't for the bright moon. She finds a comfortable spot beneath a large tree, the cat tucks in beside the trunk and awaits anyone to approach.
A Woman Of Many Forms