12-16-2017, 09:50 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She had been content in Nerine. The pied kelpie stallion had on the edge of her thoughts as she allowed her gaze to drift over the break of sea water but nothing more. Castile's concern and near disappointment always seemed to shove the painted stallion out. He had taken her purity, drowned her, created something strange in it's place. The seafoam queen had found herself so repulsive at times, she could not bear her reflection in the churning waters of her home.Isobell awakes per usual on Nerine. The sky hung a grey overcast, reflecting it's soiled misery in her silver eyes. She frowns slightly but makes her way though the trails to meet with the land's members...except instead of veering left at the fork, she moves right. "Wait- Her finely made body seems to guide her despite her internal protest but then...then something simply -clicks-. Her mind blanks out except for the image of the kelpie king. "Ivar." His name burns her tongue but the pain felt good. Isobell moves willingly to the ocean as she can not seem to rid herself of the sand quickly enough, the dryness of her scales nearly suffocating her before she plunges into the ocean with such ferocity that the waves seem part at her whim.
She must find Ivar.
Isobell climbs the currents with expert ease that she did not know she possessed but she does become acutely aware of the throb in her head and the steady ache between her legs. Isobell moans softly as she becomes tender and the feel of water pressing all along her sides only seems to sate it briefly. Every time she must rest, the desire seems to consume her like a hungry fire. She must propel herself back into a frantic scurry for Leoss to find Ivar. He was all she needed. Food nor water could ease her pain. He was all she could think about.
Sopping wet with heaving sides, she pulls herself from the surf into Leoss. Her hair sticks to her throat and brow, her tail drags against her hocks and in the light colored sand, a shallow trail left in her wake. The silver eyed mare sweeps her gaze from one side of the beach to the other. "Ivar!" She nearly chokes on his name as she struggles to ingest enough air to keep her head from fogging up again. At least the ache in her head was easing but the carnal hunger for the kelpie was stronger as she emerges from the breaking waves. Ears are forward as she begins to walk like a starving creature, hungry for his body, not understanding what has come over her. All she knows is that he had better find her quickly or there would surely be hell to pay for keeping her waiting.