Jesper
09-20-2019, 09:57 AM
Jesper's body language may appear as though he has let his guard down. That he may not be paying attention. On the contrary, his canine senses are so acute that he knows quite vividly what is going on around him, even if he isn't looking. He approached the mother and son, in his fox form, for two reasons. The first is that Jesper figures the lad's dam would feel less threatened by a woodland creature than a strange stallion. Hopefully, the kid also feels less threatened. The second reason is simply that Jesper was already in this body so, why change?
His furry triangular ears twitch with each lap he takes of the refreshing river. They also catch the rustle of grass as the bird-horse pulls himself up on all fours. The canine continues to lap greedily at the cool water though, he can feel the intensity of a mother's gaze bearing into his soul. Next, he catches the indistinguishable clatter of the lad's beak. Jesper listens though is unable to discern what is being said. All of the other shifters he has met are able to speak the same language as him. Had this kid not yet learned to speak? Or, was he not a shifter, after all?
Jesper had yet to speak to either of them so, he could not be sure if a language barrier actually exists. He had learned from experience that a talking fox seemed to earn him quite a perplexed look and, usually a head tilt. For the sake of not trying to upset the mother, the fox-shifter keeps quiet. However, he could feel the young male's gaze fixated hungrily upon him. It made him uncomfortable enough that Jesper decides it is best to return to his equine body. I am not your next meal, kid, he muses to himself. He shifts smoothly and, in mere seconds, the rump of a black desert bred stallion faces the boy. Jesper makes no effort to communicate with or, look at, this strange pair. His hope is that the sudden morph from fox to horse has the bird-horse questioning what other magic the black possesses and, he will hold off on eyeing him as the next chew toy. In the meantime, Jesper's senses stay hypervigilant. He continues to press his rubbery lips into the cool water though, he is only pretending to sip.
His furry triangular ears twitch with each lap he takes of the refreshing river. They also catch the rustle of grass as the bird-horse pulls himself up on all fours. The canine continues to lap greedily at the cool water though, he can feel the intensity of a mother's gaze bearing into his soul. Next, he catches the indistinguishable clatter of the lad's beak. Jesper listens though is unable to discern what is being said. All of the other shifters he has met are able to speak the same language as him. Had this kid not yet learned to speak? Or, was he not a shifter, after all?
Jesper had yet to speak to either of them so, he could not be sure if a language barrier actually exists. He had learned from experience that a talking fox seemed to earn him quite a perplexed look and, usually a head tilt. For the sake of not trying to upset the mother, the fox-shifter keeps quiet. However, he could feel the young male's gaze fixated hungrily upon him. It made him uncomfortable enough that Jesper decides it is best to return to his equine body. I am not your next meal, kid, he muses to himself. He shifts smoothly and, in mere seconds, the rump of a black desert bred stallion faces the boy. Jesper makes no effort to communicate with or, look at, this strange pair. His hope is that the sudden morph from fox to horse has the bird-horse questioning what other magic the black possesses and, he will hold off on eyeing him as the next chew toy. In the meantime, Jesper's senses stay hypervigilant. He continues to press his rubbery lips into the cool water though, he is only pretending to sip.
@[dreamscar]