08-30-2021, 03:05 PM
mazikeen
She had been told to wait a few days, but the dawn on the first day sees her in a freshly irritated state. Whatever ease had been won during her hunt with Gale was gone now and Mazikeen resumes her restless wandering. It is one off the only common things, between this self and the one that no longer exists - she is always restless, always stalking through Hyaline like a pale ghost. There is no real need to patrol the borders anymore with the entities but it is still something to do.
She does not know why she waits - why she lets herself be held back - and this line of thought doubles her irritation. But still she does not leave Hyaline yet.
When she tires of stalking through the mountains and the woods on paws, she turns her attention to the lake that is only just beginning to see the light of the sun as it peeks over the mountains.
The twins that she had adopted/stolen have proven to be phoenix shifters and Mazikeen takes that shape now - the fire of her feathers a deep, rich red as she bursts forward out of the trees and towards the water. Over its surface she races, pushing herself as fast as she can, knowing exhaustion is still too far away for comfort. When she tires of speed and sharp turns, she coasts over the surface instead - watching the light of her feathers reflected underneath her.
She angles a wing to drift against the waves and hears the satisfying hiss of steam before she levels out once more and continues to glide - her eyes sharp despite the frustrated state of her mind, scanning the surrounding area as she moves and hoping for a distraction when this flight proves fruitless.
She does not know why she waits - why she lets herself be held back - and this line of thought doubles her irritation. But still she does not leave Hyaline yet.
When she tires of stalking through the mountains and the woods on paws, she turns her attention to the lake that is only just beginning to see the light of the sun as it peeks over the mountains.
The twins that she had adopted/stolen have proven to be phoenix shifters and Mazikeen takes that shape now - the fire of her feathers a deep, rich red as she bursts forward out of the trees and towards the water. Over its surface she races, pushing herself as fast as she can, knowing exhaustion is still too far away for comfort. When she tires of speed and sharp turns, she coasts over the surface instead - watching the light of her feathers reflected underneath her.
She angles a wing to drift against the waves and hears the satisfying hiss of steam before she levels out once more and continues to glide - her eyes sharp despite the frustrated state of her mind, scanning the surrounding area as she moves and hoping for a distraction when this flight proves fruitless.
@Popinjay <3