05-06-2017, 12:20 PM
Beqanna had altered herself once again. There had been an explosion of lands, a collective sonic boom of birthing. Suddenly Beqanna had expanded and lurched herself across existence, creating a multitude of territories. Epithet believes it may be to her benefit to explore.
A sheen of sweat still slicked her pale skin from her race with the green stallion, Wyrm. She had found him refreshing with his cunning smile and abilities that matched her own. Long limbs move her over the grounds, opting to retain her equine form except for the pair of delicate black wings that drip over her spine like an oil spill. A thirst burns in her throat, causing a sea glass eye to locate a wide river. Her descent is demonstrated with ease as she soon dips and settles against the damp soil. Dark stained lips reach for the water, cold and refreshing, a small shiver moving across her spine as she drinks her fill.
A sheen of sweat still slicked her pale skin from her race with the green stallion, Wyrm. She had found him refreshing with his cunning smile and abilities that matched her own. Long limbs move her over the grounds, opting to retain her equine form except for the pair of delicate black wings that drip over her spine like an oil spill. A thirst burns in her throat, causing a sea glass eye to locate a wide river. Her descent is demonstrated with ease as she soon dips and settles against the damp soil. Dark stained lips reach for the water, cold and refreshing, a small shiver moving across her spine as she drinks her fill.
Epithet