Juice
02-04-2019, 10:25 PM
The bay splash had yet to try his trait in front of others since the unappreciated glances in Ischia. However, he would like to test his limits in a new place. Juice also remains curious what effect the summer heat may have. Sensing he is alone, the young equine comes to a halt in the middle of the trail. Glossy black orbs take one last look around to ensure he is alone. Once satisfied that he is, in fact by himself, Juice wills the transition.
The sensation is painless and effortless, a side effect of the magic, no doubt. It almost feels as though every cavity - from capillaries to organs - breaks down its walls. The components within breakdown, as well, into a clear-as-water liquid. Once he has left his solid state, Juice loses all sense of space and direction. He does not feel the gravity drop out from under him even though he falls back to the earth into a single puddle. He can still feel the summer breeze against his surface though it feels as though his hide has lost all fur. His liquid body stays together despite divets where water might collect. The consistency of his liquid state is fluid like water and yet, more viscous (think of hair gel).
Here Juice lies. A puddle in the middle of a Forest path, curious to know what someone might do if they stumbled upon him or, throughas him! The pad of hooves over the bed of pine needles reaches the liquified equine, despite his lack of ears. He remains as still as possible while awaiting impact, curious if he would feel it at all.
The sensation is painless and effortless, a side effect of the magic, no doubt. It almost feels as though every cavity - from capillaries to organs - breaks down its walls. The components within breakdown, as well, into a clear-as-water liquid. Once he has left his solid state, Juice loses all sense of space and direction. He does not feel the gravity drop out from under him even though he falls back to the earth into a single puddle. He can still feel the summer breeze against his surface though it feels as though his hide has lost all fur. His liquid body stays together despite divets where water might collect. The consistency of his liquid state is fluid like water and yet, more viscous (think of hair gel).
Here Juice lies. A puddle in the middle of a Forest path, curious to know what someone might do if they stumbled upon him or, throughas him! The pad of hooves over the bed of pine needles reaches the liquified equine, despite his lack of ears. He remains as still as possible while awaiting impact, curious if he would feel it at all.
@[brigade], words as promised. I didn't want to interrupt your 'any' thread so, I made a new one. Basically, Juice is a puddle haphazardly in the middle of the path. Have fun!