12-16-2025, 09:33 AM
Her mix of scales and fur is always sleek, as if touched by a fresh rain, or as though she’s just emerged from the cold sea. She stands there, tipping her head just so, her single golden eye watching him closely. A smirk tugs at the edge of her lips when he speaks of Tybalt’s ferociousness. She brushes her small companion with an affectionate nuzzle, indeed so dangerous. A laugh slips beneath her breath as her gaze lifts back to the male before her.
For whatever reason, she’s intrigued.
His gentleness is obvious, whether he tries or not. She can smell it, feel it. It is not weakness, but something a little more angelic — a calm good. Claudia has never known that. Cunning, chaotic, sly — yes. But never calm, never good, and certainly never the assumed combination of both.
A chilly gust of autumn wind swirls between them, over them, tugging at their manes and tails. Of course, the kelpic mare is wet; her hair weighted and glossy like strands of molten gold. His voice has no trouble finding its way through the noise of the night, her glowing eyes fixed entirely on him as he speaks.
“Oh,” she purrs, “it’s just one of my favorite places, that’s all.”
She blinks slowly, her gaze sliding to the water tumbling over stones and threading through the forest, winding off into the distance toward the sea. “And you?” When her velvet voice meets the cold air, white mist blooms from her lips. She is already looking at him again, sifting through his features, committing his face to memory.
C L A U D I A
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