09-17-2017, 07:49 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
The red mare dozes lazily on this first day of spring, awaiting the sights and sounds of rebirth. It is bound to happen, as it does every year, and it is one of Jah-Lilah's favorite past times. Now though, it seems that Beqanna will be the one reborn, as change hangs heavily in the air. It was all kicked off by the arrival of the God-King, Carnage, and the death of Taiga. It is spurred on now by various equine, all thirsty for the same thing. Power. Control. Whatever name you gave it, it was all the same to the red wytch.
She is disturbed during her daydream by the sound of a whistle, a mocking sound to her. One eye peeks open disgruntledly. Her sparks dance protectively around her as she drops her ears, their dark form merging with her matted mane and feathers. She grumbles something she would never repeat in front of her lovers' unborn and closes her eyes again, huffing and turning her back towards the sound. Then she hears another noise, one she is all too familiar with.
A song rings out, a blended duet of wolfen voices, and it gnaws at her. It is her lover, the Wolf-of-the-Water, and her youngling, Fire-Fang. Jah hesitantly raises her head up, trying to be certain it's them, but she already knows the answer. She sighs heavily, torn. She knows she will come to them, will run with them as if she's as lupine as them, but she fronts like she won't. She turns round and picks up a steady lope, reaching the edge of Sylva in no time. She sees the group gathering below, and speaks not a word. She caws to her mate, letting her know she's here, but stays blended in the shadows of the forest. She watches the group in front of her, so familiar with all of them, awaiting their next move.
I'm avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home.
The red mare dozes lazily on this first day of spring, awaiting the sights and sounds of rebirth. It is bound to happen, as it does every year, and it is one of Jah-Lilah's favorite past times. Now though, it seems that Beqanna will be the one reborn, as change hangs heavily in the air. It was all kicked off by the arrival of the God-King, Carnage, and the death of Taiga. It is spurred on now by various equine, all thirsty for the same thing. Power. Control. Whatever name you gave it, it was all the same to the red wytch.
She is disturbed during her daydream by the sound of a whistle, a mocking sound to her. One eye peeks open disgruntledly. Her sparks dance protectively around her as she drops her ears, their dark form merging with her matted mane and feathers. She grumbles something she would never repeat in front of her lovers' unborn and closes her eyes again, huffing and turning her back towards the sound. Then she hears another noise, one she is all too familiar with.
A song rings out, a blended duet of wolfen voices, and it gnaws at her. It is her lover, the Wolf-of-the-Water, and her youngling, Fire-Fang. Jah hesitantly raises her head up, trying to be certain it's them, but she already knows the answer. She sighs heavily, torn. She knows she will come to them, will run with them as if she's as lupine as them, but she fronts like she won't. She turns round and picks up a steady lope, reaching the edge of Sylva in no time. She sees the group gathering below, and speaks not a word. She caws to her mate, letting her know she's here, but stays blended in the shadows of the forest. She watches the group in front of her, so familiar with all of them, awaiting their next move.
I'm avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home.