[This was the body of a jinba. This was what jinba were when they were as they were meant to be- free and wild, as powerful as the mountain and as fast as the wind. The things she had never been allowed to be- not fully, even though she'd been "allowed" to keep her arms and raised to think she was somehow better than the other members of her kind, the best possible of the options a jinba had in a world ruled by humans. This is what Matsukaze had been trying to teach her, when she had been made prisoner in that village in the mountains.
In his absence, far removed from the world she had committed herself to die for... This is what Set would have her be. This is what she would force him to share and know alongside her. She can't be the only one capable of being free.
Unlike the transformed god, Hayame has layers of robes- but she doesn't care. The only thing she shucks before pulling him into the water is her pelt wrap and the belt holding her weapons, her waist pouches, and then she is splashing into the water, pulling him in, away from the soil where that foul god's flowers and thorns can grow and into a place such plants should have no roots, no grasp. The pool is deep in the center, the water is clear and cool, they go from hooves on mossy stone and silt to hooves cleaving through the water, to crimson and ebony tails and manes trailing the surface like ribbons of ink, and then he is gone beneath the surface-
But he comes back, and he-]
Pfftp-
[He spits water in her face and laughs. On instinct she splutters, releasing him to wipe her face and shake the drops from her hair, but instead of being angry... Her lips curl into something like a smirk, challenge rising in her breasts.]
That is how you are going to use that body, Set? To attack the only woman who can teach you all there is to being a jinba?
[She seems to draw her arm back, to prepare to splash water back in his direction, without realizing that she had for once just referred to herself as a woman without any negativity attached. (Not positivity, either, but-)]
Two can play at that game, friend!
[In the wake of the water she slaps in his direction as a distraction... she finds just enough footing on her back hooves to surge forward and tackle him, forelegs scrambling for purchase on his withers and trying to wrestle him into a dunk beneath the surface of the water.
In that moment... It felt like she would do anything to keep him there with her. Even learn to play.]
no subject
In his absence, far removed from the world she had committed herself to die for... This is what Set would have her be. This is what she would force him to share and know alongside her. She can't be the only one capable of being free.
Unlike the transformed god, Hayame has layers of robes- but she doesn't care. The only thing she shucks before pulling him into the water is her pelt wrap and the belt holding her weapons, her waist pouches, and then she is splashing into the water, pulling him in, away from the soil where that foul god's flowers and thorns can grow and into a place such plants should have no roots, no grasp. The pool is deep in the center, the water is clear and cool, they go from hooves on mossy stone and silt to hooves cleaving through the water, to crimson and ebony tails and manes trailing the surface like ribbons of ink, and then he is gone beneath the surface-
But he comes back, and he-]
Pfftp-
[He spits water in her face and laughs. On instinct she splutters, releasing him to wipe her face and shake the drops from her hair, but instead of being angry... Her lips curl into something like a smirk, challenge rising in her breasts.]
That is how you are going to use that body, Set? To attack the only woman who can teach you all there is to being a jinba?
[She seems to draw her arm back, to prepare to splash water back in his direction, without realizing that she had for once just referred to herself as a woman without any negativity attached. (Not positivity, either, but-)]
Two can play at that game, friend!
[In the wake of the water she slaps in his direction as a distraction... she finds just enough footing on her back hooves to surge forward and tackle him, forelegs scrambling for purchase on his withers and trying to wrestle him into a dunk beneath the surface of the water.
In that moment... It felt like she would do anything to keep him there with her. Even learn to play.]