07-05-2016, 10:17 PM
I was in the darkness; so the darkness I became.
Thunder split the still night air and she rejoiced in it. A smile broke across her face as the lightning chased itself across the sky, its intensity something she could appreciate. It was a wild and reckless force much like herself. The monster in her chest purred softly at first, a gentle nudge towards release. When she ignored it, its calls became more persistent. A chirp and a trill, then finally an angry growl that split her mind in half. Gritting her teeth she gave into it, allowing it to surface and change her. In between lightening flashes the mare changed, emerging as something as far from an equine as was possible to be. The world was electric tonight, and she was just brave enough to touch the downed wires and ride the charge.
As the rains spilled from the sky, she plunged forward. There was no purpose to her run, it is just simply something to do. It is possibly not her birthright, at least not naturally so. But it has become her right since, and she would exercise it fully tonight. This was no run to hunt, nor pounce and kill. It was simply rejoicing in the speed and power that had been gifted to her. As the rain rolled from her leathery hide she ran, her breaths slow and measured as she crashed like thunder. Horses and other woodland creatures scattered, left to ebb in her deadly wake. Opening her deadly mouth she screamed, a feral call that matched the nature of the storm raging across the sky. It was a glorious feeling; pure, undiluted power.
As the rain slowed so did she. While she had more than enough stamina to keep going, the gentle rain was not quite as intoxicating as the blinding storm had been. As she came to a halt she got the feeling of being watched. In this, more feral form, her senses were more heightened. Turning slowly she noticed the mare, small but with a magnificent set of downy wings. Topsail tilted her wicked head and chirped, a small trill of a sound that was a greeting and a warning in the same breath. Neck outstretched she approached slowly, her clawed feet sinking into the saturated ground beneath her weight. “Hello.” she said simply, forcing her voice into the other mares mind. With a reptilian smile and a brief pause, she shifted back into her normal form. More often than not her other form was very off putting. When she was once more a small mare covered in grulla fur, she dipped her head. “I’m Topsail. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who enjoys such weather.”
Topsail
raptor Queen of the Valley