11-04-2025, 01:12 PM
FREJYA
She doesn't know what she is doing as she wanders under the sliver of the moon tonight. The majority of her time recently she has spent soaring high in the sky as her dragon, mindlessly weaving between the clouds near the stars in the night or warming her faintly golden black scales under the heat of the sun. She hasn't spent much time in her typical form, her real form. That of a small shimmering black mare with silvery white mane and tail. Despite it being her real form, it doesn't feel real to her.
It was easier to be someone else, something else, when she no longer knew who she really was.
But tonight, she was in her true form. Occasionally she was having trouble fully shifting away from the dragon that lived inside of her. Tonight is one of those times, a patch of golden black scales remained along her right hip, refusing to give way to the fur that should naturally sit there. With a snort and an eye roll, Frejya turned her attention away from them. She really needed to work on that.
She had been born into fire and chaos. Those things still lived in her blood, at times begging to come to the surface. Burn something, ruin a life, tear apart the seams of normalcy. But she ignored them, pressing the thoughts to the back of her mind and weaving along the crooks of the river until her cool black eyes settle on someone in the distance. She scans him slowly, a strange being with glowing spots along his skin under the moonlight. Frejya nears him, her footsteps soft against the earth.
"Nice night." She states, deadpan. Her gaze returns for a moment to the piece of moon that was casting a light glow over the earth before returning to the horned creature in front of her.
It was easier to be someone else, something else, when she no longer knew who she really was.
But tonight, she was in her true form. Occasionally she was having trouble fully shifting away from the dragon that lived inside of her. Tonight is one of those times, a patch of golden black scales remained along her right hip, refusing to give way to the fur that should naturally sit there. With a snort and an eye roll, Frejya turned her attention away from them. She really needed to work on that.
She had been born into fire and chaos. Those things still lived in her blood, at times begging to come to the surface. Burn something, ruin a life, tear apart the seams of normalcy. But she ignored them, pressing the thoughts to the back of her mind and weaving along the crooks of the river until her cool black eyes settle on someone in the distance. She scans him slowly, a strange being with glowing spots along his skin under the moonlight. Frejya nears him, her footsteps soft against the earth.
"Nice night." She states, deadpan. Her gaze returns for a moment to the piece of moon that was casting a light glow over the earth before returning to the horned creature in front of her.
if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together
@Tersias