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heaven sent; any - Epithet - 05-20-2017
Perhaps the madness had finally seeped through the cracks of broken fingers. Perhaps it is best to give in rather than fight. Perhaps she just doesn't have any more fucks to give. Epithet emerges from the shadows as a silver lioness stalking the meadow. Each heavy paw flashes thick sharp think claws. a pink tongue flicks between stained teeth as she pants under the spring sun, hot and hazy as the morning dew burns away. Slit blue eyes flicker over the horses that roam before her. Ignorant stallions and their pregnant mare. She scoffs a bit before thinking of Gunvor, her youngest and by far most independent. Leola, her most gentle, was grow and gone and Epithet enjoys the pass of seasons with an empty womb. Epi thinks for a moment of where her little black and turquoise daughter could be. Perhaps united with her father Gunsynd? Epi feels the crank of cogs as she slowly lets the reality set in. The woman would have been unable to stop the girl child from her destiny, But now...now is her time. Akhil is gone. Gunsynd is gone. The children are gone. What does she have left? The feline woman grins slowly to herself as she moves under the glint of sun with a coat that rivals the sun himself. Epithet RE: heaven sent; any - Wyrm - 06-01-2017 when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee? @[Epithet] RE: heaven sent; any - Epithet - 06-21-2017
Had she expected to bask in the warm eye of the sun alone? No. The woman had expected a thrum of hooves, appalled squeals and glinting hooves as she lay among the thick grasses, tickling the most tender parts of her body. But a lovely surprise comes her way, splintering the lush green with his bronzed body and glittering eyes. Epithet does not fight the smirk that pulls across her own face to reflect the pleasure that ignites in the deep blue of her eyes. "Wyrm." Epithet exhales his name with the roll of her coarse tongue. The heat blankets the gleam of her back, her own black lips parted as she pants lightly. "It had been some time hasn't it?" The question is already answered as she lazily casts her gaze across her handsome companion. They manage to compliment each other handsomely, the sun and early stars jealous of their beauty. "Where have you been sneaking off to?" This time her words were directed at him this time. Epi finds the words are thick and honey laden as she boldly allows herself to continue the trace of his body. The woman is pleased to see him again and should like to know him better under the flawless sky. Epithet RE: heaven sent; any - Wyrm - 06-21-2017 when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee? RE: heaven sent; any - Epithet - 06-22-2017
"Me? Trouble?" She inquires with large blue eyes, the length of her lashes rising and falling in a flutter as her grin betrays her features. She watches as his bulk rolls in the brittle grasses, his green eyes penetrating her depths rather rudely with their enchanting color, though she finds herself budding beneath his gaze. The press of his golden head against her cool silver makes her shiver and purr. Epi likes the way he tucks close, the heavily masculine scent, but she merely smiles when their whiskers tangle. The thick blanket of autumn heat was making her heady, giddy. "I would sympathize but it seems as though the sudden departure of Pangea has returned you to me." The woman muses with a fanged smirk, rolling out the length of her smaller feline form beneath him as she playfully swipes the black nails at his mouth, batting with a chuckle. "I've been here and there. Some days I feel there are no parts of Beqanna left to explore." Her voice flattens slightly, matter-of-factually. "How do you pass your days?" The question is honest and open as she rolls herself on to her own legs so she may stand at the jungle king's side, enjoying his company and the way his scent mingles with the crisp snap of autumn air. The sun was beginning to glow as it grew fat in the west of the meadow, the first glitter of evening stars emerging from their bedding of clouds. Epithet RE: heaven sent; any - Wyrm - 06-23-2017 when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee? RE: heaven sent; any - Epithet - 07-04-2017
She does not fight the upward turn of her lips when he asks about potential dullness. Nothing had ever been dull for Epithet. Not her family, not her lovers, not her children. Beqanna was an ever changing atmosphere, an enigma that constantly toyed with her occupants. Silver eyes slip back to the gilded male with a bit of scoff. "Dull? Perhaps by your definition." Epithet has heard of the emerald stallion and his mare. She is not surprised nor disturbed but the woman does note the closeness of Wyrm and the swirl of darkness that surfaces just behind the color of his enticing eyes. Epi could be anything, anyone that another could desire but she does not play those games. Instead she lazes about as a moonsilk lioness that happens to be found by a blazing king. "Entertain you?" She yawns the words nonchalantly, eyes slitting a bit as she looks to face him, plucking at his words. "I wouldn't exactly classify myself as a toy or a mistress." The words purr in the heat of the day, a smirk lifting the black lips again. She finds herself enjoying his company but would not belittle herself before him as anything less than a goddess among mortals. Epithet @[Calcifer] sorry it took so long! RE: heaven sent; any - Wyrm - 07-05-2017 when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee? ooc: worth the wait RE: heaven sent; any - Epithet - 07-06-2017
Wyrm is unpredictable. he moves and shifts with an ease that Epithet knows well and she would admit only to herself of his impressiveness. But when he becomes black like the gape of a dragon's mouth before the flame, lurching and pinning her, well...she is certainly displeased and does not shy from it. The blue of her eyes melt to a deep red, her own body thickens beneath his heated breath, her own form growing to that of an inky black tiger, bathed in deep red stripes, jutting and jagged like wounds across her flesh. She stares from under him, allowing him to stand over her, they are both aware that she can change to something large, something more dangerous. They both could. They could be dangerous. He slips from her like a spent man tired from lust. The woman rolls to her own haunches, the thick nails ripping the soil from beneath her. Burning red eyes slit as her own jowls slack to pant under the dying sun's gaze. The woman finds it odd that he is turned from her whilst spitting threats. His words of her 'rising to the occasion' are batted away. "Oh Wyrm." She uses his name in a slow purr, a small touch of a girlish smirk curling at the edges of her dark lips. Perhaps she was too calloused with the man. Oh well. His name is brushed off with the shrug of her red stitched shoulders as she rises from her haunches to take her full stance. She isn't sure what to say next so she stands with a slightly quirked brow. 'I'm sorry?' No, no. Because she wasn't. She debates on just walking away, to find another spot to watch the moon rise but instead stands there quietly as a sigh exhales from her lips. "Well...you bring it out in me." The words slice the air between then, sharp and glinting. She wouldn't apologize but she certainly would not take his disapproval and downright childishness. They were equals in this great land and she would not roll over for the man who thought himself greater than she. Fuck that. Epithet RE: heaven sent; any - Wyrm - 07-08-2017 when the stars threw down their spears and water'd heaven with their tears: did he smile his work to see? did he who made the Lamb make thee? |