Show them the joy and the pain and the ending
In all honesty, she has never actually considered the true extent of her abilities. She has always been strong willed and a little bit wild, but never power hungry. At least, not in the normal sense. Her abilities give her a certain freedom few others will ever experience. They also give her an immense amount of knowledge, and quite inadvertantly, of power.
Little does she realize just how easily she could tear down empires. Did she realize, it would be a tempting prospect, less because she desires such power and influence and more because it would be a fun and immutable test of her abilities.
In truth, the thought has never even crossed her mind, much less the idea of teaming up with the green colt (now lion) with considerable power of his own.
The mischievous grin teases her lips as she watches Wyrm, waiting for the moment he realizes her disappearance. He does not disappoint.
Of course, in his current form, he has little trouble locating her. No doubt her scent, the sound of her breathing, had given her away. His next comment however, gives her pause. For a moment, she says nothing at all, eyeing him critically with vivid blue (and currently invisible) eyes. For a moment, she wonders what thoughts are going through his head, what schemes he is already planning (for if there is anything that she has learned about him in their short acquaintance, it is that he does nothing that will not also benefit him. They are so very similar in that regard). ”Indeed,” she says finally, noncommittally, in a disembodied voice.
Turning back to the massive bone, she tips her head as she gazes at the thing curiously. She can see what others have seen, but she has never tried to draw visions from bones. She doesn't even know if she can.
But she will never know if she does not try.
Touching her small muzzle to the bleached surface, she closes her eyes as she focuses, attempting to draw ancient memories from an equally ancient fossil. And it is there, faint and reticent, but there. Suddenly she is transported, in the beasts eyes, using a sight like she has never used before.
The Desert is gone, replaced by a lush, jungle-like atmosphere with ancient, unrecognisable plants. She is surrounded by other creatures (a herd, she thinks), massive by her standards, but looking positively average through this beasts sight. She can hear only the sound of Wyrm's soft breathing and the quiet lull of the Desert, but suddenly she is running, as are the other beasts around her.
Without second thought, she reaches out to Wyrm, pulling him in sharing what she is seeing just as she has done a hundred times with Illum. Out of seemingly nowhere, another monster appears, one with terrifying teeth and a whip like tail. In a blur of colors and confusion, the creature whose vision she has stolen tumbles, falling beneath a flurry of teeth and claws. The gaping jaws and spray of blood and flesh are the last things she (they) see before she withdraws with a sharp gasp.
Abruptly the Desert is once again filling her sight. It is always disorienting, to be transported so, but she is used to it. Wyrm is not.
In seconds she has regained her equilibrium (she has seen worse, so much worse), and with a wicked grin, she takes the opportunity she has been given. In a mere heartbeat, standing there where she was just a moment ago invisible, is that same beast with the wicked jaws full of teeth, mottled brown skin on a strange, upright body, and that long tail whipping back and forth in agitation. Or at least, so it would appear to her erstwhile companion.
Heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts