R H E A
Soon the sticky warmth of the swamp would give way to the bitter cold of winter, already the atmosphere around the swamp sparrow beginning to change. A bitterness tainted the air, whispering the promises of the winter to come -- and Rhea dreaded it. Winter after winter she had endured amongst the Ilati, curling away from the icy touch in favor of the warm embrace of her fires. Such was the way of her bloodline, although she did not know it.
The girl was draped in the grey moss that swayed from the trees, a cover for the glistening scales that covered her body. It tangled in her dark locks, across her horns and caused the slender form of her body to appear much larger than it was. She wore it like a cape, or a mask, weaved with old bones whose masters were long forgotten. She was watching, as she often did, from the shadows afforded to her by the large groves of trees.
She could not recount the number of strangers that she had watched walk through the swamps over the years. Some she had seen their journeys end here, death finding them in a cruel twist of the hoof. These murky waters were unforgiving, and the creatures that dwelled here were known to be dangerous. In recent days, their little slice of Terrastella seemed to be constantly invaded -- thanks to a gathering held near one of their sacred trees.
The girl took a deep breath, and it’s departure was little more than a soft sigh upon discontented lips. The stranger she watched today was very different from the one she had met upon the knoll of the abandoned hut. He looked more like her, a litany of scales in vibrant hues echoing Caligo’s darkness. Her gaze was sharper than it had been, aware of the danger awaiting him just ahead if he continued on that path. The dilemma was, that she had no idea if she wanted to spare him or not -- or let his foolery put him in the midst of danger.
An irritated sound left her throat, uncommon for the kirin. She was not one to be irritable, but something...something was bothering her. ”If you go that way, you’ll walk right into the Kelpie’s brood.” She called loudly, her voice echoing in the stillness. ”A fine fate, if you wish to end your life.” The witch shifted her weight, ducking once more behind the grove of trees she used to observe him.
@Relic
The girl was draped in the grey moss that swayed from the trees, a cover for the glistening scales that covered her body. It tangled in her dark locks, across her horns and caused the slender form of her body to appear much larger than it was. She wore it like a cape, or a mask, weaved with old bones whose masters were long forgotten. She was watching, as she often did, from the shadows afforded to her by the large groves of trees.
She could not recount the number of strangers that she had watched walk through the swamps over the years. Some she had seen their journeys end here, death finding them in a cruel twist of the hoof. These murky waters were unforgiving, and the creatures that dwelled here were known to be dangerous. In recent days, their little slice of Terrastella seemed to be constantly invaded -- thanks to a gathering held near one of their sacred trees.
The girl took a deep breath, and it’s departure was little more than a soft sigh upon discontented lips. The stranger she watched today was very different from the one she had met upon the knoll of the abandoned hut. He looked more like her, a litany of scales in vibrant hues echoing Caligo’s darkness. Her gaze was sharper than it had been, aware of the danger awaiting him just ahead if he continued on that path. The dilemma was, that she had no idea if she wanted to spare him or not -- or let his foolery put him in the midst of danger.
An irritated sound left her throat, uncommon for the kirin. She was not one to be irritable, but something...something was bothering her. ”If you go that way, you’ll walk right into the Kelpie’s brood.” She called loudly, her voice echoing in the stillness. ”A fine fate, if you wish to end your life.” The witch shifted her weight, ducking once more behind the grove of trees she used to observe him.
@Relic
