10-29-2025, 10:49 PM
FAZIA
This translucent mare had been enjoying her quest, the little tendrils of the new power and testing out how far the boundaries of her abilities were. And the routine she had formed up where she would wander and browse the other inhabitants of the common lands, looking for someone interesting to try possessing. She didn’t want to be mucking about in just any old brain now.
Soon winter would be here and she’d leave the surface in favour of the less-fickle waters where she wouldn’t have to worry about disgusting things like snow and ice.
Ugh.
Right now, though, Beqanna was rather lovely and the falling foliage made it a little easier to spot potential guinea pigs. Like this colourful mare and her… Woah. Fazia stops dead in her tracks as soon as she spots the little cat in the tree. She didn’t have a whole lot of experience with felines – didn’t even know the silver-slit appearance of her eyes mirrored those carnivores. She had seen a few in the distance here in Beqanna but that was totally different.
Distance could be shrugged off. Not a problem.
But this little creature was much closer and something in Fazia’s heritage let loose a little primordial warning. Nevermind that she wasn’t really a fish and she certainly was a fair bit bigger than this particular cat.
Curiosity draws her closer “What is that?” She asks the winged mare, thinking the animal to be wild and their proximity just a coincidence.
Can she possess it?
Oh, what an interesting thought.
Distracted, forgetting she had asked a question, Fazia tries. Why not! She wants the little creature closer so she can get a better judge of whether it’s a threat or not.
Her hold on this temporary power isn’t very strong so there’s no telling if it will work but she tries to get the ocelot to hop out of the tree.
Soon winter would be here and she’d leave the surface in favour of the less-fickle waters where she wouldn’t have to worry about disgusting things like snow and ice.
Ugh.
Right now, though, Beqanna was rather lovely and the falling foliage made it a little easier to spot potential guinea pigs. Like this colourful mare and her… Woah. Fazia stops dead in her tracks as soon as she spots the little cat in the tree. She didn’t have a whole lot of experience with felines – didn’t even know the silver-slit appearance of her eyes mirrored those carnivores. She had seen a few in the distance here in Beqanna but that was totally different.
Distance could be shrugged off. Not a problem.
But this little creature was much closer and something in Fazia’s heritage let loose a little primordial warning. Nevermind that she wasn’t really a fish and she certainly was a fair bit bigger than this particular cat.
Curiosity draws her closer “What is that?” She asks the winged mare, thinking the animal to be wild and their proximity just a coincidence.
Can she possess it?
Oh, what an interesting thought.
Distracted, forgetting she had asked a question, Fazia tries. Why not! She wants the little creature closer so she can get a better judge of whether it’s a threat or not.
Her hold on this temporary power isn’t very strong so there’s no telling if it will work but she tries to get the ocelot to hop out of the tree.
@Chel