03-11-2018, 06:33 PM
Winter had been surprisingly easy on her but when you are a manipulator of physical form itself then one was able to change as needed to survive the most trying of conditions. But it was always a relief when winter gave way to spring and summer, it was her favorite time of year and the feel of a warm sun on her back was not something she could not easily mimic.
In need of a drink, and perhaps company, she has emerged on the banks of the frozen water. The sky was a pale blue with few clouds that promised an early spring. Her form was a thin, petite thing caught somewhere between an Akhal-Teke and an Arabian. She is leggy, flighty, and lithe as she covers the ground easily upon cloven hooves.
Epithet has chosen to wear a skin of the deepest indigo, her legs adorned with black stockings, her mane anad tail dip dyed in the same blue with darkened ends. She has lived among the heavens and starlight bodies for sometime and chose to follow their hues. A pair of wings are at her back, a cloud of stardust and glittering with every movement as are the same glimmer upon her hooves. She loves this celestial form for it galactic colors and stardust wings.
But upon this day, on this very edge of earth, there are no bodies visible. No wagging tongues, no scornful eyes. Epithet settles upon the shoreside from the heavens with a practiced ease from centuries before. The powder of snow eases the sound of her hooves as she nestles to the earth nearly without sound. A smile blooms across her lips prettily as the stardust wing soon dissolves across her spine to paint her back with iridescence. Black booted legs draw her to the water, lips parting to ingest the cold liquid with a ferocious thirst.
It was good to see Beqanna was the same as when she had last left it.
In need of a drink, and perhaps company, she has emerged on the banks of the frozen water. The sky was a pale blue with few clouds that promised an early spring. Her form was a thin, petite thing caught somewhere between an Akhal-Teke and an Arabian. She is leggy, flighty, and lithe as she covers the ground easily upon cloven hooves.
Epithet has chosen to wear a skin of the deepest indigo, her legs adorned with black stockings, her mane anad tail dip dyed in the same blue with darkened ends. She has lived among the heavens and starlight bodies for sometime and chose to follow their hues. A pair of wings are at her back, a cloud of stardust and glittering with every movement as are the same glimmer upon her hooves. She loves this celestial form for it galactic colors and stardust wings.
But upon this day, on this very edge of earth, there are no bodies visible. No wagging tongues, no scornful eyes. Epithet settles upon the shoreside from the heavens with a practiced ease from centuries before. The powder of snow eases the sound of her hooves as she nestles to the earth nearly without sound. A smile blooms across her lips prettily as the stardust wing soon dissolves across her spine to paint her back with iridescence. Black booted legs draw her to the water, lips parting to ingest the cold liquid with a ferocious thirst.
It was good to see Beqanna was the same as when she had last left it.
E P I T H E T
this is short and pathetic but nuage is pretty and i've may or may have not been stalking his threads.
For reference, Epithet is currently deep indigo with black points along with the ends of her hair. Her cloven hooves glitter with stardust and her wings (when on ground) are melted against her skin to give her an iridescent back. The cloud-wings only form for flight.