02-18-2017, 10:55 PM
Ruan
He observed her carefully, reading her body more than listening to her words. The forest was calm and quiet around them, relaxed or perhaps holding its breath for what was to come in a matter of moments. Not afraid, more like enthusiastic, she said with a smile, resolute in her decision. Good, she was ready. She could do this.
It was a quiet breath as he gently pulled at a thread of Reagan's magic soaking their Taiga, thrumming in the earth beneath their feet. Could Circinae feel it too? Or had his senses heightened to it in familiarity, after so many times of Reagan's power shifting him into a wolf. Into the body that he perhaps truly belonged in. He was afraid it was making him wilder, going feral, but he kept that secret tucked away from everyone. He could do this.
He did it silently as she talked, showing no signs of any change. A brightness flared to life in her eyes and something in his mind responded instantly, leaping forward eagerly and yanking the magic deeper into him like a thrust against a leash. It forced him a step or two forward, making his eyes glow in the darkness and his jaw clamp tight before he stilled again.
Shall we begin? And she drifted a little further away, turned around and faced him again. She nodded her readiness, but he made no move forward this time, held himself steady as his eyes remained trained on her intently. Her heartbeat hammered in his ears, and his head tilted. And then, strangely, his pulse tried to match it, quickening to this new rhythm.
He brushed it aside, and despite the distance she'd purposefully placed between them, he took a step forward. The wolf was bright in his penetrating eyes as they stayed locked on hers, a loud and silent challenge. He almost felt a rumble build in his throat but smothered it. Still in the same fluidly-slow movement, he took another step forward.
He stared deep into her eyes, and his Dominance called for her wolf. Reagan's magic could force her into it, but what would she learn from that? She just needed a good push, a reason to flow into her predator. She would learn to do it naturally. His lip curled and lifted, briefly showing the white of his teeth before settling again. He held the magic close, ready to shift with her.
Come out, weakling.
It was a quiet breath as he gently pulled at a thread of Reagan's magic soaking their Taiga, thrumming in the earth beneath their feet. Could Circinae feel it too? Or had his senses heightened to it in familiarity, after so many times of Reagan's power shifting him into a wolf. Into the body that he perhaps truly belonged in. He was afraid it was making him wilder, going feral, but he kept that secret tucked away from everyone. He could do this.
He did it silently as she talked, showing no signs of any change. A brightness flared to life in her eyes and something in his mind responded instantly, leaping forward eagerly and yanking the magic deeper into him like a thrust against a leash. It forced him a step or two forward, making his eyes glow in the darkness and his jaw clamp tight before he stilled again.
Shall we begin? And she drifted a little further away, turned around and faced him again. She nodded her readiness, but he made no move forward this time, held himself steady as his eyes remained trained on her intently. Her heartbeat hammered in his ears, and his head tilted. And then, strangely, his pulse tried to match it, quickening to this new rhythm.
He brushed it aside, and despite the distance she'd purposefully placed between them, he took a step forward. The wolf was bright in his penetrating eyes as they stayed locked on hers, a loud and silent challenge. He almost felt a rumble build in his throat but smothered it. Still in the same fluidly-slow movement, he took another step forward.
He stared deep into her eyes, and his Dominance called for her wolf. Reagan's magic could force her into it, but what would she learn from that? She just needed a good push, a reason to flow into her predator. She would learn to do it naturally. His lip curled and lifted, briefly showing the white of his teeth before settling again. He held the magic close, ready to shift with her.
Come out, weakling.
