10-07-2017, 08:14 AM
Don't be afraid when the night wolves cry,
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.
He has a friend now, how touching.
Rapture had been his friend, once. A sister, a twin - the only friend he ever thought he might need. But their separation had been brusque and unexpected, he’d also been too young to understand that only time together could forge a solid bond. It’d been years since he’d seen his family and the idea seems almost foreign to him; only memories of gentle interactions remain where a loving, warm feeling should be. “A mock,” He relays, “just two horses fighting for bragging rights.”
It’s the most accurate explanation he can manage.
“Fantastic!” Longclaw exclaims once she accepts, exhaling a nervous breath he’d been unaware was building up. “Three days give or take, unless you have a quicker method of traveling. The Forest and the River can house us, and -” He pauses, flashing a toothy grin in her direction before his body shudders and snaps. He hunches, draws his head into a heaving blue chest, and collapses inward to shift into wolf. The process is disturbing; the result: astonishing.
The now silver-grey canine turns a jade eyes to Ajatar, saying, “- if you don’t mind, I prefer to travel like this.”
On stalkish legs he turns about, the sweep of his whiplike tail distressing the seashore flora about them. A passing glance is thrown behind; Ajatar filling up his senses before he pads away to the border of their shared home.
Rapture had been his friend, once. A sister, a twin - the only friend he ever thought he might need. But their separation had been brusque and unexpected, he’d also been too young to understand that only time together could forge a solid bond. It’d been years since he’d seen his family and the idea seems almost foreign to him; only memories of gentle interactions remain where a loving, warm feeling should be. “A mock,” He relays, “just two horses fighting for bragging rights.”
It’s the most accurate explanation he can manage.
“Fantastic!” Longclaw exclaims once she accepts, exhaling a nervous breath he’d been unaware was building up. “Three days give or take, unless you have a quicker method of traveling. The Forest and the River can house us, and -” He pauses, flashing a toothy grin in her direction before his body shudders and snaps. He hunches, draws his head into a heaving blue chest, and collapses inward to shift into wolf. The process is disturbing; the result: astonishing.
The now silver-grey canine turns a jade eyes to Ajatar, saying, “- if you don’t mind, I prefer to travel like this.”
On stalkish legs he turns about, the sweep of his whiplike tail distressing the seashore flora about them. A passing glance is thrown behind; Ajatar filling up his senses before he pads away to the border of their shared home.
Longclaw
@[Kortnee] I should have a thread up in Nerine for them soon
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