A vast expanse of tundra where the Northern Lights dance across the night sky in a mesmerizing display of colors, casting an otherworldly glow over the frozen landscape.
the sky was darkening in the wake of the sun's departure, turning a lovely blue-violet that was decorated with a colorful celestial body. Eve stared at the being with an expression devoid of any emotion, wondering if it was some great, gleeful god skipping about the sky. Perhaps, perhaps not. It made no difference to her now. She padded onward across the frozen terrain, feeling for the first time the chill that occurred when one touched ice. A slight breeze ruffled her monochrome pelage, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. How odd it was to live within a true form. A herd of antelope grazed in the distance, though when one noticed her obvious encroachment, they all fled with a shrill bleat. "Hm." she rumbled as she watched them go.
And then the most curious sensation erupted in her paw. Neurological instincts sent the felid jerking backward, her jaw snapping toward the earth to see a rock decorated in striped hues monumental of its age jutting out in her path, a sharp side of it now gleaming with what? Blood, it must be. Though hers was much unlike the blood of those from Phesemos. It was so dark crimson it was nearly black, oddly sparkling where the fading light met its surface. Her large paw now throbbed with the beat of her heart, reminding her once more of her mortality. Her haunches folded as she sat back, examining the small wound with the same blank stare she had regarded the sky with. Ever so curiously, her tongue peeked out and lapped over the liquid, finding the flavor oddly delightful. It stirred something else within her. Something she knew automatically, though she had never felt it before. Hunger.
Fawn has only just woken up in this strange place a day ago, and already she has begun to travel around the landscape slowly. The notion that she didn't have a map sets in. I need to seek out a book and satchel from somewhere. The girl thinks to herself as she roams the snowy tundra.
It is a vast expanse of quiet frozen landscape, where the large, vibrant, and glowing lights dance against the ground. The sight was a mesmerizing display to admire.
Fawn was exploring, looking for something that might resemble a ruin of an old city, when the smell of copper and metal tickle her nose, interrupts what she is doing..Blood. But who? Her head tilts curiously. Following the trail of the smell it will eventually lead her to another big cat.
She is just as beautiful as Fawn was- if not prettier. Her fur was well kept and clean, unlike the small cut she was smelling in the stranger's presence.
She keeps at least six wolf's tail lengths between them, just enough for a distance; but they can still hear one another easily. Hello, I am Fawn. Are you okay? The lion inquires with a slow blink. I smelled blood so I came to investigate. she explains to the other. Can I help?, I am a healer? she asks, trying to peer at the wound.
As if her blood had summoned them, a feminine voice rings from her side, the feline turning to peer at the stranger. She looked as though she'd been cut from the same cloth, a patched blanket of black and white fur covering her bulky frame. Licking her lips, Eve eyed the strong pair of antlers and the soft wings she carried on her back. What a lovely creature. The feline, who called herself Fawn, seemed concerned already with the cut Eve had given herself. Such compassion for a stranger? Eve enjoyed those sorts of individuals. "I am Eve." she replied casually as the off-black liquid continued to flow from her paw. "A healer. What sort?" she asked, tipping her chin in curiosity. Her sister Lune had been a healer of sorts, using her endless flow of magick to heal the world and those living within it. Eve could have been a healer as well, should the darkness within her had not taken control.
Her long tail wrapped around her frame, her attention now solely focused on Fawn. "What gods govern these lands?" That was a nagging question since she had opened her eyes. Where exactly had her Lorde-father cast her to? Which immortal beings would be free to torment her? The moon was rising over the sparkling tundra, chasing the sun into the blackness of the night sky. It flattered the visitor all the more, Eve finding the sensation of desire growing within her. She knew what it was well, though she had never experienced it for herself. "You're very beautiful." she commented with the same blank expression she'd maintained from the beginning. The insecurity that seemed woven into mortality had not yet gotten a grasp on her. She felt unafraid to speak her mind.
Fawn's ears perk at the mention of her name, she nods. It is nice to meet you Eve. You have a beautiful name, it sure matches you! Of course she would want to know how she healed others! I mostly use salves, tincture, chewables- mostly plants for now.. But I have learned this place does have magic you can weild, once you learn how of course...which I'm still figuring out myself. Fawn admits, her face scrunching in thought.
One day she would have the magic..if she tried hard enough.
The smell of the others blood caught her attention again. And as she inspects more she finds her blood is colored black! Is your blood usually black Eve? her head tilts in curiousity.
Fawn chuckles, with a blush at her words. Thankyou, you're quite pretty yourself, I adore your pelt colors!she beams happily to the woman's compliment.
No I'm not from here. I just woke up here one day...what if yourself? Are you from here? she makes eye contact with the other woman, perking up and waiting for the answer.
