03-30-2020, 01:11 PM
H A L C Y O N
no better version of me
i could pretend to be tonight
i could pretend to be tonight
Perhaps as a yearling the tiger-shifter would have felt comfort in remaining within the safe confines of Ischia, roaming the same dunes and exploring the same coves. He still loves them, of course, loves the familiarity and comfort that comes with being home ─ but the time he had spent away from the island kingdom between his first and second birthday, on his family's extended visit to Loess, had ingrained in Halcyon the desire to see more of Beqanna.
It's been a number of weeks now since he had traversed the watery channel between the mainland and Ischia. The crystalline water, despite being a bit too crisp in the early turn of spring, had felt refreshing against his sleek tiger pelt. It would seem that he has not escaped the heavy feel of a wet coat; the sky splits wide with an aggressive springtime thunderstorm just as soon as he ventures forth into the Meadow.
Halcyon looks into the steel skies, watches as lightning cracks overhead and feels it reflect in his verdant tiger eyes. His body flickers invisible, involuntarily, each time thunder rumbles; the young boy has yet to secure his powers of invisibility, instead finding that they will take hold of him when surrounded by beings and things that emanate power.
He solidifies just as his green eyes fall on the mare. Halcyon freezes, watching the way her body paints itself with the sky. Clouds roil against her skin and lightning runs across sinew and curves. Halcyon's tiger form, doused in water, slowly loosens its muscles after he takes a few moments to observe her existence, and then finally he approaches amidst the downpour.
"You are..." he pauses. Is there truly a word to describe the way her coat becomes the powerful thunderstorm? To describe the way he is so suddenly taken with her?
It takes a few moments, a few too silent moments, but then finally ─ "... without equal." If his trio-colored face could bloom into a blush, it would, but instead, he clears his throat and turns his eyes sheepishly away, seemingly unaffected by the violent precipitation. Sorry, he says quietly, before finding the confidence to look back at her, "I'm Halcyon. I hope I didn't ─"
Interrupt you? Offend you? Intrude?
But again, the tiger is at a loss for words.
It's been a number of weeks now since he had traversed the watery channel between the mainland and Ischia. The crystalline water, despite being a bit too crisp in the early turn of spring, had felt refreshing against his sleek tiger pelt. It would seem that he has not escaped the heavy feel of a wet coat; the sky splits wide with an aggressive springtime thunderstorm just as soon as he ventures forth into the Meadow.
Halcyon looks into the steel skies, watches as lightning cracks overhead and feels it reflect in his verdant tiger eyes. His body flickers invisible, involuntarily, each time thunder rumbles; the young boy has yet to secure his powers of invisibility, instead finding that they will take hold of him when surrounded by beings and things that emanate power.
He solidifies just as his green eyes fall on the mare. Halcyon freezes, watching the way her body paints itself with the sky. Clouds roil against her skin and lightning runs across sinew and curves. Halcyon's tiger form, doused in water, slowly loosens its muscles after he takes a few moments to observe her existence, and then finally he approaches amidst the downpour.
"You are..." he pauses. Is there truly a word to describe the way her coat becomes the powerful thunderstorm? To describe the way he is so suddenly taken with her?
It takes a few moments, a few too silent moments, but then finally ─ "... without equal." If his trio-colored face could bloom into a blush, it would, but instead, he clears his throat and turns his eyes sheepishly away, seemingly unaffected by the violent precipitation. Sorry, he says quietly, before finding the confidence to look back at her, "I'm Halcyon. I hope I didn't ─"
Interrupt you? Offend you? Intrude?
But again, the tiger is at a loss for words.
─ @[Jenger*]