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don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - Abrus - 04-27-2023 @Iliana RE: don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - Iliana - 05-20-2023 I L I A N A She had been raised on stories of the Chamber, and so it was no surprise that she had come to see it for herself. Settled onto the thick branch of a large evergreen tree, her panther tail languidly flicking, she stares out into the forest with rose-gold eyes, taking it in. She could see why her father had liked it here—the darkness of the trees, the coolness of the needles underfoot, and the general quietness that only a forest could bring. She is not sure if it is the phantom beat of her father’s heart that she feels or simply her own pulse echoing back to her, but she is aware of it all the same. She is not sure if she will stay here; she has little interest in taking up her father’s mantle, in continuing the reign of the Chamber’s long-lost panthers, but it is not a decision she will hold herself to just yet. There is always time to change her mind. Somewhere beyond the tops of the trees the sky begins to awaken, though it comes as a nearly imperceptible lightening underneath the canopy of the trees. She yawns, white teeth glinting inside a dark mouth, but before she can lazily bring herself to stand she sees the antlered stallion—a raven perched there as if they were the branches of a tree—maneuvering through the trees. It’s the glowing white of their eyes that snags her interest, though, but the nonchalant way she makes her way to the ground betrays just how much her curiosity has been piqued as she lands with a soft thud on the forest floor. “Good morning,” she greets the pair, and settles back on her haunches with her tail curled around her paws. She does not say anything else; the Chamber is not her home to welcome to or chase anyone away from, and instead she only watches them with her own rose-gold eyes. -- the shadow is mine, and so is the valley @Abrus RE: don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - Abrus - 06-17-2023 @Iliana RE: don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - Iliana - 07-30-2023 I L I A N A She had not realized how bored she had become until she found herself in the company of this strange duo. Not that Iliana is typically unfriendly; she sits on a medium right between her parents, being not nearly as kind and agreeable as Ryatah, but also not quite as harsh and antisocial as her father. She was mostly surprised at how eager she felt to speak to them, to learn more about their peculiar eyes and the curious energy that radiated from the antlered stallion. She flicks her gaze to the raven when he mentions that she is making her nervous, and she cannot stop the laugh that purrs in the back of her throat. Is she a threat? “Not today, I’m not,” she answers truthfully, and after a lazy, feline stretch, she shifts back into her equine form. Hardly anything about her changes, save for the physical shape. She is still the same deep black, decorated by rose gold rosettes and the same striking rose gold eyes, though now she bears similar colored markings on her legs and face. She takes a few steps forward, the movement still somehow feline, and the smile she offers them is sharp without meaning to be. “But, that changes from day to day. We will have to see what tomorrow brings,” she says in that dry, teasing way of hers. “My name is Iliana. What brings you to the Chamber?” -- the shadow is mine, and so is the valley @Abrus |