05-28-2016, 12:42 PM
AND ABANDON, THAT GREETS YOU IN THE NIGHT WITH SNAKE EYES, THE MOST PRECIOUS KIND.
To see things one should not is a powerful gift indeed. Not only to possess that hidden knowledge, but to be able to manipulate it as well? Wyrm is quite aware how singularly rare and talented this spotted girl is quickly becoming. And who knew? Hidden away in the sands all this time … it makes his brain itch with the possibilities of what someone like her could accomplish paired with someone like him. To induce fear, manipulate the very mind itself was a wickedly dangerous gift. Couple that with a creature who can command his shape down to a molecular level, and you have the perfect recipe for limitless power. Nothing short of magic could hold them back.
Makes him wonder.
The two make headway of a low, baked patch of earth and Wyrm hardens his camel toes to hooves once more, halting to watch the girl make her way to the lip of the ravine. He’s sure they’ve reached their destination by the way she casually hops into the hollowed pocket of sand and clay, disappearing from view as she does so. Above him, the sun continues its relentless heat, forcing the colt to follow shortly after. He’s not an agile thing on four hooves, but his body melts and widens, taking the shape of a lean, short-maned lion. With a few well-placed bounds he’s arcing over the edge of the ravine, landing solidly on the ground near to where she should be waiting, stirring up a fine cloud of dust in the process. As the tawny animal rises, he narrows his eyes with mistrust.
“Bravo.” He says aloud, raspy voice echoing off the hard-packed walls. “Hide and go seek has always been a favorite of mine.” With a slow grin his nose changes, forming the triangular tip so common to a bears. He inhales the dry, thin air, catching notes of her nearby. The eyes could be fooled, but the senses could not. Dacia had been a wonderful teacher for that lesson. With a low rumble he lets his yellowed eyes stray to where she should be standing, though he cannot see her, before stalking forward to turn his attention to the remains. He sits, nose twitching as it returns to its feline form, tail stirring up the sand as he pans over the bones in wonder. There were so many, without any sort of direction or sense.
Where did such a creature begin or end? “Your talents are wasted out here.” He states matter-of-factly, rounded ears turning back to listen for any movement. “You could overthrow a kingdom in the blink of an eye and no one would even know it was happening.” He muses, voice falling into a low hum as the thought ripens in his head. Who would dare to go against a queen that could have you walking off a cliff face? A rather notorious grin spreads across his mouth, claws extending to scratch the surface of the earth with mild pleasure. His body curves, head turning so he can look over one broad shoulder to see if she’s made herself visible once more. “But here we are, musing over the graveside of long-dead monsters.”
Makes him wonder.
The two make headway of a low, baked patch of earth and Wyrm hardens his camel toes to hooves once more, halting to watch the girl make her way to the lip of the ravine. He’s sure they’ve reached their destination by the way she casually hops into the hollowed pocket of sand and clay, disappearing from view as she does so. Above him, the sun continues its relentless heat, forcing the colt to follow shortly after. He’s not an agile thing on four hooves, but his body melts and widens, taking the shape of a lean, short-maned lion. With a few well-placed bounds he’s arcing over the edge of the ravine, landing solidly on the ground near to where she should be waiting, stirring up a fine cloud of dust in the process. As the tawny animal rises, he narrows his eyes with mistrust.
“Bravo.” He says aloud, raspy voice echoing off the hard-packed walls. “Hide and go seek has always been a favorite of mine.” With a slow grin his nose changes, forming the triangular tip so common to a bears. He inhales the dry, thin air, catching notes of her nearby. The eyes could be fooled, but the senses could not. Dacia had been a wonderful teacher for that lesson. With a low rumble he lets his yellowed eyes stray to where she should be standing, though he cannot see her, before stalking forward to turn his attention to the remains. He sits, nose twitching as it returns to its feline form, tail stirring up the sand as he pans over the bones in wonder. There were so many, without any sort of direction or sense.
Where did such a creature begin or end? “Your talents are wasted out here.” He states matter-of-factly, rounded ears turning back to listen for any movement. “You could overthrow a kingdom in the blink of an eye and no one would even know it was happening.” He muses, voice falling into a low hum as the thought ripens in his head. Who would dare to go against a queen that could have you walking off a cliff face? A rather notorious grin spreads across his mouth, claws extending to scratch the surface of the earth with mild pleasure. His body curves, head turning so he can look over one broad shoulder to see if she’s made herself visible once more. “But here we are, musing over the graveside of long-dead monsters.”