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05-24-2015, 04:10 PM
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Isopia
From the tree, a raven watched. A raven, with golden eyes and a skull marked face, which was in fact, no raven at all. Isopia liked the woods. They were deep and dense, and hardly traversed. At least, not this deep in. Seldom did any wander down the darkened paths, and when they did, they usually did not linger. And so as the trio - though at first Isopia could only see a pair - stopped, her interest was pulled downwards if only out of annoyance at having to share this part of the woods with another. But what she saw disassembled any animosity that she momentarily felt. The small spider - now visible that four sets of eyes were looking at it - was making something. At first the demi-child didn't know what it was, but soon a shape began to form, and as the fledgling child took it between her lips, it made sense. Sort of. A ribbon? Isopia wondered, as Zhara twirled it back and forth by shaking her head. Why? What was the point of making a ribbon? Was it to become part of something bigger? The earth-child had no notion of aesthetics or toys. She knew what they were of course, just not what value they had. Why waste energy and matter on something so inconsequential? Re-arranging her black wings, she continued to mediate on this issue, but found no adequate solution in her vast mind. Although she was often intimidated by the appearance of others as it meant having to guess at social correctness, the trio below didn't seem to pose a threat. The girl looked rather young (even though they were likely the same age), and companions of course couldn't speak. Besides, Isopia held dragons in the highest regard - what bother should a kitsune and a spider hold? Spreading her black avian wings, the raven tipped from the branch and cascaded forwards, transforming as she went. Her wings elongated, became pale and muddled, as an enormously lanky body sprouted from what was once a ravens chest. Although Isopia was only two seasons old, she appeared like a full grown 2-year old, albeit a massive one. She was massively tall, although part of her height was hidden by her long legs. Blood splattered patterns dotted her body, though remained predominantly on her left front leg and wing. As her forelegs touched the ground, the demi-child spun to face the trio, although her hardened golden stare was focused primarily on the ribbon-twirler, Zhara. Her quad horned skull followed the movements skeptically, as she tucked her wings against her pale flanks. "Why do you love it?" She asked, mimicking what Zahra only moments ago had indicated, in her usual academic and distant voice. That the girl loved the ribbon made no sense to Isopia. It was just silk, and not even very long. It certainly didn't appear useful. She could just as easily be twirling her own hair, or some grasses. What was the point? What value did it have? Why did the spider make it in the first place? As she stood still, awaiting an answer, her magic slowly began to take hold of her godly body. Her hooves sank into the earth, as dirt slowly ate away at her russet fetlocks. Grasses and mosses began to slowly grow up her bones to her knees, as if she were being planted into the earth and taken over by its greenery as they spoke. Hope it's okay we popped in? :D |
