he dipped his muzzle to peregrine, accepting the statement. he had not thought the other would hearken to his invitation, though it remained between them all the same. still, there was a small sting of regret that peregrine had not taken his offer, for the very thought indeed was titillating to lasher.
my first witch, deborah, gave me the name lasher. she said i stirred the wind around her into a lashing fury. truly, i have many memories but i do not know from whence they come. it was told to me that i am a spirit, borne into many bodies, and doomed to seek another once this mortal vessel dissipates. whether or not that is true is anyone's guess.
he paused. taltos. taltos is an epithet given by those who do not understand me. i bear it with no shame, however. perhaps it means, in another tongue, what i am; body-snatcher, body-thief. but even if i am not these things, and only mortal, and possessed of no immortal spirit, i will still retain the name. i have come to like it.
lasher offered a gentle smile to the jet male alongside him. peregrine, osprey. you favor the predators of the air, yes?