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02-28-2016, 10:51 PM
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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised [deletes all of Iso's happy tables forever.] As the child had died, Isopia had been reborn. Re-purposed, or perhaps just reminded of her purpose. She was not here to make friends, lovers, or flings. She was here to achieve and maintain balance. To cultivate and grow her strength - to be more than just a mere mortal. She didn't have time for this. For him. It was Hubris who alerted her to his presence. Or more aptly, Hubris who noticed the red and the gold. Although Isopia couldn't hide her emotions from her companion, her exterior expression was as stoic and emotionless as ever. Perhaps if it was even possible, more-so. Her teeth clicked together, and were it actually true that she hated him, she would have avoided the border and the sleeping giant all together. Helovia was enormous and the two had gone weeks - months even - without seeing one another. If distance was what she really wanted, she could have found it easily. But despite her heartache, despite the feeling of having been used, of being another nameless face in Volterra's ever-growing crowd of conquests, she did want to see him, if perhaps only to disseminate her misery. As she pushed through the borders, moving casually towards the oak tree, Isopia shifted into her dragon form. She needed now, more than ever, to feel powerful and desirable around him. Needed him to know ... well. She couldn't actually get it straight. It wasn't in any way logical, and so her mind was failing to keep up with the wants of her heart. She wanted him to know just what he had missed out on. But at the same time, she wanted to give off the impression that whatever it was they had, meant nothing to her. She wanted him to want her the way that she had wanted him, but even now, she knew that would never happen. He invaded and pervade her thoughts, while she was just a passing annoyance. She daydreamed and dreamt of him, while she likely only went through his head - accompanied by dozens of others - when he couldn't find a tangible mare to satisfy himself with, or when he was imaging his harem and his would-be empire. He had been everything to her, and she was just at number. And one of the worst parts was, he knew it. Knew that she was his first, knew how damned cagey and distant she was. Is that why he had stuck around so long? Was that his long-con? Was he really that clever? Helping her with menial labour in order to secure sex from her later? >>Hello<< She greeted bother Verzes and Vadir, now that her draconic vocal chords could make the sounds. She glanced towards Hubris who was also trilling a hello, though given the thoughts running through his bonded's mind, he wasn't actually sure what to do. Obviously his allegiance was to Isopia, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave the red and the gold hanging, so to speak. The red of the rose caught Hubris' pale blue gaze, which immediately widened. He recognized the figures for what they were, and had to gulp back a trill of alarm. >>Black make for her?<< he quickly asked the pair before him, knowing that Isopia's vocabulary was not extensive enough to understand him. "Are you waiting for your sister?" Isopia asked, hoping that her voice would rouse him, if her presence and accompanying dragon-noises hadn't already. Her voice was absolutely level, neutral, and Iso-sounding, for the most part. It did sound slightly different coming from her hinged jaw, a little more guttural perhaps, but maybe that was best. And, another benefit of being a dragon was that it would be harder (she assumed) for any sort of ... intimacy to pass between them. Remember, Iso didn't necessarily want Volterra know just how deflated, angry, and hurt she was. She just wanted ... Well. Who knows. |
