Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
The water laps against Aithne's ankles, and she kicks at the surface just to see it splash. A wide, fanged grin appears on her face. She'd never been allowed such freedom when she'd lived in Stormbreak; behavior like this would have been frowned upon, not proper for polite society. And as Aithne remembers the experiences that brought her here, she is tempted to shed her clothing, just because she can and just to be as wild as she can think to be at this moment in time.
But she doesn't, perhaps because old habits die hard, or perhaps because she has a better idea. And she steps out of the water and shifts.
She falls easily to all fours, her rocky hide lit from within by the lava that flows through her veins. She shakes herself, enjoying the feel of the warm air upon her skin, and then casts around for prey. A canine grin appears on her face even as she sniffs the air. If her parents could see her now, they'd be scandalized - and that, truly, brings her more joy than anything else.
But she doesn't, perhaps because old habits die hard, or perhaps because she has a better idea. And she steps out of the water and shifts.
She falls easily to all fours, her rocky hide lit from within by the lava that flows through her veins. She shakes herself, enjoying the feel of the warm air upon her skin, and then casts around for prey. A canine grin appears on her face even as she sniffs the air. If her parents could see her now, they'd be scandalized - and that, truly, brings her more joy than anything else.
Crimson-red paint on my lips
