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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    all these young bodies turn, evolve on a word; djinni
    #6
    Walter mentions disguises, and the last of Djinni’s weariness vanishes. The idea of an adventure is thrilling, and the dun mare’s smile widens.

    So does her entire face, shaded gold for the briefest of moments before that falls away in a shimmer of sand to reveal a sturdily built draft. Her now-bay hide is flecked with roan, and the feathered wings have vanished, while upon her bare head is now a pair of sabered black oryx horns and a matching pair of white eyemarkings. She shakes them experimentally, then meets Walter’s gaze again with a wide grin.

    “What do you want?” She asks him, taking a step to the side. It is difficult for her to keep still. The tingle of magic, long-unused, flits through her body, bouncing about in a way she has nearly forgotten. Even this small magic, shifting her appearance, is enough to remind her of her old self. Better to kick up her heels than carve craters into the Nerinian cliffs to see how deep a mineral vein might run. (She has done that once before, an experiment that result in a natural wonder).

    “Maybe something colorful? Have you ever wished to be a parrot?” This time the amusement is only in her eyes, as she attempts to match his play at sobriety.

    “Or a butterfly?” There’s a small chance she might lose him if he were to be small, but Djinni is not truly concerned he might pick to be a jewel-bright insect. He’d make a lovely one though, she thinks, as she reaches out to press her jittery muzzle to Walter’s still-golden cheek. He tastes of salt and grass and pine, like their juniper thicket in their granite cave. Djinni smiles, and pulls back, her new face tilted up to meet Walter’s gaze expectantly.


    current appearance: 15hh bay roan with oryx horns, with white facial markings
    @[Walter]
    D J I N N I
    genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster


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    RE: all these young bodies turn, evolve on a word; djinni - by Djinni - 10-14-2018, 06:32 PM



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