from the mind of Chaos’s lonely daughter
and the sun fell heavy and thick
to warm the blood of a world"
Beneath her skin and golden glow the magic of her blood starts to purr. She can feel it like a living thing made of fire and like a snake it's reaching towards the black-mare with her hard jaw and her feral looking wings. It reaches through Amaunet's skin, like heat rising from a flame, and brushes slick and heavy at the world between them.
Rise. Her magic whispers. Become.
Amaunet cannot hear the words her magic is saying, only the rumbling purr and the way it itches down her spine like a caress. It is enough to make her wings whisper another predatory warning to the mare before they settle against her sides with stardust and moonlight caught between the feathers. “No.” She laughs around a smile and steps closer as only bold things are oft to do. Every inch of her is as welcoming as it is warning.
The mare's bitterness is obvious in the line of her jaw, and the curl of his lips that screams a warning Amaunet chooses to ignore. Adrenaline born from years of fighting rushes in a torrent through her blood and every inch of sinew bellows yes.
A ring moon settles towards the glass floor and the black line of the horizon flashes bright for a moment. She doesn't turn to look, doesn't turn away from the mare her magic is racing for. A hunger she knows too well is looking back at her as she steps closer, and closer. Each of her steps is another kiss of magic, another note of yes, yes, yes, and another whisper of her feathers to leather and talon.
“Was it fate you were looking for?” Her voice is an echo of a star shooting across their shadows, a bit of brightness to the bitterness. And it's a promise when her necklace sways against her neck as she reaches out a nose towards the mare.
@Lucinda
