12-10-2017, 11:02 AM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
Arete is lucky that Merida could not know that she thought she was cute. The orange canine would have most likely attacked her immediately - just to show that she is the very opposite of cute (which, of course, would be cute).Merida watches curiously as the large tiger transforms before her, the white tip of her bushy tail flicking lightly behind her. The tiger falls away - the bulk of muscle, the claws, everything - and before her stands an ebony mare, with limbs fading into the vibrant yellow she had seen moments before. The fangs - larger than any she’s seen on another predator - remain protruding from the mare’s dark lips, glinting onimously in the dying sunlight. Merida’s ember-colored eyes widen with curiosity - she had never before seen a shifter change, and quietly reminiscences Crevan and the fact that she had never seen his true form. Had he really even been an equine at all?
The fox sits on her haunches, tail wrapping around her slender paws as she contemplates shifting to her equine self as well, but hesitates.
The woman - Arete - folds herself onto the ground once again, and Merida notices the slight twinge of pain within the darkness of her face. Merida glances behind her for a moment as the black and yellow mare mentions the voles, and the fox’s stomach turns with hunger. When she turns back, she shrugs her orange shoulders. “And I didn’t mean to wreck yours,” she replies with a tiny grin, though she is thankful that the tiger did not want to have fox for dinner.
Feeling a bit more a relaxed (and also a bit challenged by the fact that Arete had shifted), Merida decides to do so as well. The brightness of the fox is replaced with the black of her equine coat, the speckles of red on her shoulders and haunches glittering in the sun’s last rays of light. Her mane and tail - as fiery red as the sunset that blazes behind them - falls in haphazard tangles across her neck, wild and unruly as her equally red gaze.
Merida does not join the mare in lying on the ground - perhaps it was the fox in her, but she did not want to make them both vulnerable as night swiftly approaches. A large predator like Arete perhaps wouldn’t worry about it - and why would she? - but Merida knows that she is on the smaller side in her fox form, and she is quite aware that another could swallow her in a few bites.
“Are you hurt?” Merida asks without hesitation, noting the limp she had seen before in the tiger and now the mare that rests before her.
@[Arete]