ISLA
"So how far out do we need to go before we can shift...?" Isla's voice is only a whisper even against the hush of the waves crashing against the shore. The sea is a black thing upon which the moon dances, sending the stars back up at the sky in its reflections. Already the Ascended has taken off her shoes and the rest of her clothing. It might not be necessary when it comes to actually shifting, but if they need to swim out pretty far...
Anyway. Whatever her reasoning, Isla stands before the rushing water with the moonlight bathing her skin an even paler shade, her golden hair taking a silvery sheen as it tumbles down her back. She's still a little flushed and her systems are telling her to consider a rest, but adrenaline is running high after her encounter with Remi earlier in the evening, and she flashes a fanged and girlish smile across at him.
"You first," she murmurs.
Anyway. Whatever her reasoning, Isla stands before the rushing water with the moonlight bathing her skin an even paler shade, her golden hair taking a silvery sheen as it tumbles down her back. She's still a little flushed and her systems are telling her to consider a rest, but adrenaline is running high after her encounter with Remi earlier in the evening, and she flashes a fanged and girlish smile across at him.
"You first," she murmurs.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
