City has always taken to wandering all the pathways, roads and secret alleyways between the common lands. Her favorite by far was always the Forest. She loves to hide and stalk through it mists and broad guardian trees. The freckled old mare practices her shifting, changing from a pale colored jaguar, freckled and blood smears intact and back to her equine body while she walks casually between the trees.
She is underweight in either form and her pale coat dulled with age and malnourishment. Still she stalks the same shadows she has for many years as if she has not aged ̶ and soon, she hopes, that can be so. Tired, she settles back into her original skeleton, her knees creaking and her long blond tail splashing over her scarred hips.
The pale mare walks under a jagged ridge side, a large protrusion of rocky land hides deep in the peaceful dell and at its feet lay a series of caves. She’s never found much reason to explore them, but she’s wandered this far, so it is natural that her curious mind might want to have a closer look.
She stands at the mouth of one of the caves (or if theyre connected, one of the cave’s mouths), sniffing, and doing her bet to look into it. Darkness is all she could see beyond the first three feet inward and it seemed a terrible idea to go within… She snorts, listening to the echo come back to her.
Hm.
city
in the bleak midwinter
@[Balto] for immortality discussion! thank you :}