02-27-2016, 05:10 PM
Even though the pressure of his weight is off her back and she’s released from his hold, she keeps herself flat on the ground. By rolling her shoulders a little the wolf pup attempts to get rid of the soreness that causes the tingling feeling in her neck, mewling softly to voice her discomfort. It is only when Umqra hears his voice again that she sits up, ears flat against her head in submission and tail wrapped tightly against her rump. Her head tilts a little to the side, not able to not feel flattered by the words he uses to praise her, only to growl softly – like she’s muttering – when he critiques her right away too.
Curiously she has watched him shift, gracefully moving from one for to the other and before he can continue to speak, she shifts. It is the wolf submitting to its leader and without questioning it she follows his example. Black fur gets traded for green fur and her black mane and tail sprout from het back and tailbone in a tangled mess. Umqra is back to being a filly again, a rather confused and scared one to say.
She blinks and gasps for air, trembling over her whole body again, as she quickly steps back a little to create more space between her and the stranger. Umqra doesn’t know who he is, or how he found her, or how she waked up with someone talking to her like this. Her fear is fuelled by the black gap in her memory, the wolf didn’t have any part in the memories of this form and therefor nothing to be scared of. Her green head dips in submission and automatically the girl starts to make some chewing movements, displaying her youth and inexperience.
Although she’s still spoken by the newest addition of black gaps in her mind, she feels oddly comfortable around this stranger. His coat matches hers, although he also shows different splashes of green, where she has the black. But other than that she doesn’t know him or recognizes anything about him. She questions it, but at the same time accepts it how it comes. ”Zwander..” she mumbles her reply, barely audible as her gaze is cast down. ”My mother is Zwander. But.. but I don’t know where she is. One day I was in this forest and mother was gone.” Umqra doesn’t really remember the black mare anymore, but she does remember the feeling that her mother gave off. With Zwander around she felt safe and cared for, happy and well fed, nothing like the months that she had spent alone.
Where his first questions had been logical, understandable, his following words confuse her. Carefully the mantis green child lifts her head, looking up to meet his gaze, displaying her confusion. What was he talking about? Training, shifter, mastered? Umqra backs away from him further, ears turning towards her neck and her tail flicking nervously. ”What are you talking about? What do you mean?” Her voice is still somewhat rusty and shrill, as she had barely used it in these last months, but it voices her confuses and somewhat afraid state of mind clearly. She starts to somewhat tremble again, both due to fear and the sudden coldness that holds her in his hold.
Confusion rises if he speaks like he knows her, and has seen her potential. But what good could a underfed yearling girl do? She couldn’t do a thing, hadn’t mastered a thing. Heck, she even hadn’t been socialized from the moment that she had lost her mother. But nonetheless does the idea of him offering her a place at his side appeal to her. Umqra has been alone too long already and she’s eager to belong somewhere, to be part of something. She wants to feel safe and sheltered again, instead of afraid of every little sound that comes from deep within the forest. His words are strange to her, but she would accept this strange story of him if that meant protection.
Curiously she has watched him shift, gracefully moving from one for to the other and before he can continue to speak, she shifts. It is the wolf submitting to its leader and without questioning it she follows his example. Black fur gets traded for green fur and her black mane and tail sprout from het back and tailbone in a tangled mess. Umqra is back to being a filly again, a rather confused and scared one to say.
She blinks and gasps for air, trembling over her whole body again, as she quickly steps back a little to create more space between her and the stranger. Umqra doesn’t know who he is, or how he found her, or how she waked up with someone talking to her like this. Her fear is fuelled by the black gap in her memory, the wolf didn’t have any part in the memories of this form and therefor nothing to be scared of. Her green head dips in submission and automatically the girl starts to make some chewing movements, displaying her youth and inexperience.
Although she’s still spoken by the newest addition of black gaps in her mind, she feels oddly comfortable around this stranger. His coat matches hers, although he also shows different splashes of green, where she has the black. But other than that she doesn’t know him or recognizes anything about him. She questions it, but at the same time accepts it how it comes. ”Zwander..” she mumbles her reply, barely audible as her gaze is cast down. ”My mother is Zwander. But.. but I don’t know where she is. One day I was in this forest and mother was gone.” Umqra doesn’t really remember the black mare anymore, but she does remember the feeling that her mother gave off. With Zwander around she felt safe and cared for, happy and well fed, nothing like the months that she had spent alone.
Where his first questions had been logical, understandable, his following words confuse her. Carefully the mantis green child lifts her head, looking up to meet his gaze, displaying her confusion. What was he talking about? Training, shifter, mastered? Umqra backs away from him further, ears turning towards her neck and her tail flicking nervously. ”What are you talking about? What do you mean?” Her voice is still somewhat rusty and shrill, as she had barely used it in these last months, but it voices her confuses and somewhat afraid state of mind clearly. She starts to somewhat tremble again, both due to fear and the sudden coldness that holds her in his hold.
Confusion rises if he speaks like he knows her, and has seen her potential. But what good could a underfed yearling girl do? She couldn’t do a thing, hadn’t mastered a thing. Heck, she even hadn’t been socialized from the moment that she had lost her mother. But nonetheless does the idea of him offering her a place at his side appeal to her. Umqra has been alone too long already and she’s eager to belong somewhere, to be part of something. She wants to feel safe and sheltered again, instead of afraid of every little sound that comes from deep within the forest. His words are strange to her, but she would accept this strange story of him if that meant protection.
let it out so it can breathe
umqra
WORDS BY SAPPHIRE HTML BY CALL
OOC: And Lupei gave me muuuuch muse in return <3