It seemed like -poof- and there she was. The young female is obviously surprised as a little 'eep!' is heard as she trips over her own footing. Not a horse but a gosh darn silver lion is looming towards the mare. The scent is wild and dark. Nothing like anything Imo has ever even imagined before. She is soundless on padded feet and even before the young female can even exhale from her surprised the hell-cat lunges and almost has the girl in her claws.
Imogin's head feels light, swimming in the mix of emotions. If she could go crossed eyed then she would have but then Prague's words ground her. The voice in between velvet and gravel, a purr in tones unheard of by mortal ears. Eyes shift to the thick and yellowed teeth of the yawning feline and of course not missing those skin rippers that she has exposed at her feet...
Of course any horse, especially this little one, would need a moment to gather herself.
"Prague...I come to ask for your help." Imo stops to watch the moon dipped lioness, gauging if she was about to have her throat torn out or not. When she doesn't she decides to continue. "I want to change. This body, this coat...I can not simply bear it any longer. The others...the others torture and tease me. They never stop till I cry. They call me ugly. They call me disgusting to look at. They say my mother should have stomped such an ugly child..." The small voice thickens as she refuses to shed any tears before this lion woman...this goddess among mortals. "I want to be beautiful."
The youth stops as after she speaks the words. Usually one would assume the filly would want to be a "normal" color. Bay, black, gray, spotted...the usual but hell no. Imo wanted to give them something really to gawk at and make them swallow their own tongue. She wanted to choke them on their own jealousy. Let them writhe in their own hate. "I want to be made of silvery-white sequins. Give them something really good to stare." Her small eyes cloud over briefly as a small malicious smirk slightly touches the corners of her lips before she realizes where she is and returns her gaze to the gray female. "Please, whatever you want. I will do anything, Prague."
- Year: 242
- Season: Summer
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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into the lion's den--prague - by Imogin - 12-07-2015, 07:14 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by prague - 12-07-2015, 07:36 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by Imogin - 12-07-2015, 08:01 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by prague - 12-07-2015, 08:35 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by Imogin - 12-07-2015, 08:53 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by prague - 12-07-2015, 09:14 PM
RE: into the lion's den--prague - by Imogin - 12-07-2015, 09:48 PM
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