09-09-2021, 07:12 PM
The hippogryphs are not as common as dragons and this one would be hard-pressed to think of any others besides herself (which she does not mind at all.) She does not know her father to know how much they share between them - and she could not be blamed for assuming that the main of it comes from her mother instead, and the bright, electric bird humming under her dark skin. Manikin, though, is a very different sort of creature.
She leaps into the space he makes for her and sits just to his left, that soft purr still curling in her breast like distant thunder. The feathers softening the curves of her neck and shoulders fluff slightly and she buries her beak into her chest, preening under his curious gaze. Let him look and wonder. Every second that passes brings him a little more under the spell she weaves. How far can she take him?
Subtle, the little chimera reminds herself. Feathers well-sorted, she slicks them down again and tips her head to one side to return his gaze.
"Ledger," his name is barely a whisper on her tongue, tasting the shape of it as if claiming him as her own. She seems to consider his request for a moment, and then, coy, playful as when she batted at his ears, declines to give her own. "For now, no. It's not always wise to share information with strangers you meet in the night, you know."
The old Fae magic, the power of true names, it's lesser these days, but she invokes it as though it is as real and alive as it was once upon a time. Manikin has seen the Fairies before, but they seem to rarely trouble themselves with mortals who do not seek them out, so she does not much trouble herself with them. Instead, she gently tests the strength of the heartstrings she's hooked into the red flesh of his heart. She is impatient to understand the limits of this new magic warming her bones, but she is not quite like her father who bludgeons his victims with it until the fervor of the love that they bear for him leaves their eyes bloodshot and their hearts captive. No, if she wished to bludgeon him, she needn't bother with magic.
"Besides, nicknames are more fun, don't you think?" She asks, her voice full of that feathery hunger. The link seems secure enough for now and Manny smiles as best she can through the curve of her beak.
"But if you need me," she emphasizes, "I will know."
She stands up again. He has already made room for her once and she capitalizes on that precedent to step in closer to him than is polite, close enough to reach out, to touch, if either of them wished to.
"Until then... Do you hunt?"
She leaps into the space he makes for her and sits just to his left, that soft purr still curling in her breast like distant thunder. The feathers softening the curves of her neck and shoulders fluff slightly and she buries her beak into her chest, preening under his curious gaze. Let him look and wonder. Every second that passes brings him a little more under the spell she weaves. How far can she take him?
Subtle, the little chimera reminds herself. Feathers well-sorted, she slicks them down again and tips her head to one side to return his gaze.
"Ledger," his name is barely a whisper on her tongue, tasting the shape of it as if claiming him as her own. She seems to consider his request for a moment, and then, coy, playful as when she batted at his ears, declines to give her own. "For now, no. It's not always wise to share information with strangers you meet in the night, you know."
The old Fae magic, the power of true names, it's lesser these days, but she invokes it as though it is as real and alive as it was once upon a time. Manikin has seen the Fairies before, but they seem to rarely trouble themselves with mortals who do not seek them out, so she does not much trouble herself with them. Instead, she gently tests the strength of the heartstrings she's hooked into the red flesh of his heart. She is impatient to understand the limits of this new magic warming her bones, but she is not quite like her father who bludgeons his victims with it until the fervor of the love that they bear for him leaves their eyes bloodshot and their hearts captive. No, if she wished to bludgeon him, she needn't bother with magic.
"Besides, nicknames are more fun, don't you think?" She asks, her voice full of that feathery hunger. The link seems secure enough for now and Manny smiles as best she can through the curve of her beak.
"But if you need me," she emphasizes, "I will know."
She stands up again. He has already made room for her once and she capitalizes on that precedent to step in closer to him than is polite, close enough to reach out, to touch, if either of them wished to.
"Until then... Do you hunt?"
@Ledger