Desreal: and we are flesh and blood.

Devoured; alight and burning- the primordial draws close like a moth. Her eyes glistening with reflections of a flame soaked mare, angrily burning and destroying all things around her: she sighs, her earth shivering and shard screaming from within. It commands her to bite, to rip and destroy this fire warden; alas she knows nothing more then wanton and corruption. Ancient Gaia’s body walks through shadows, through webs and tangles of overgrown forest plants; she wraps herself around trees and bushes, weaving angular movements- pulled close by the passionate fires of another person’s anger and frustration. She smiles, wicked and selfish she smiles; her body shifting and never settling upon a proper form. She does not speak, only lingers for a moment when she notices the mare fixate her attentions to the shadows. My she viper hides, blending in and resisting the further urge to come closer; “Well hello,” say’s the voice of the she viper, of Gaia and the ancient forest walker. She speaks but it is not her voice, it is a robust and deeply masculine voice, one that hints at a sort of involuntary asperity. The she viper shifts before leaving cover; never revealing her true self to the stranger.

When she leaves the shadow ancient Gaia stands before her in the disguise of someone else; of a man- whose body is built out of war and fire: scarred and bruised. Angular and smooth with muscle, and painted over by a shade of deep red. His eye’s are a flickering yellow, and his mane and tail wavy and black; even his legs are stained with the remnants of a charcoal color. He approaches with the earth around him in bloom; a smile graces his lips; and ancient Gaia stands before dressed as Adonis. His eyes flicker with reflections of the flames, he breathes, and is beautiful. “What brings you out into this forest so late,” he asks, approaching softly and pausing, relaxing and offering but a simple sober expression, “it’s not wise for even the most dangerous of beauties to be alone.” the earth around him winds and blossoms, dark red flowers and strange plants: and the flames flickering in his eyes.