let my shadows prove the sunshine
He’d like to say that he is venturing through the forest at night because he has chosen to do so. Years ago, that would have been his answer. He never had to have a real reason to do anything, only that it was simply because he wanted to. But it is not years ago, and many things have happened between years ago and the present, and he would no longer be naive - it is the lion that draws him into the sweeping darkness beneath the forest, to peruse through the shadows and allow the gentle blanket of night to kiss his skin. Svedka swears he can feel the purr of contentment from the cat within him, which causes a shudder to trail down his spine.
It is a strange thing, to be wholly separate from the other skin living inside you. Many shifters are one with their other spirit, but for Svedka it is not so. The two cannot control the other - their shifting is messy and completely sporadic, random and ugly. He has spent years as the lion, unbeknownst to himself until somehow the stallion had taken hold again. The thing that perhaps terrifies Svedka the most, besides the fact that the predator could take over at any moment, was that one day he may not ever come back to who he is.
He would simply become who he was.
The gold and ivory stallion snorts unhappily, ears falling into the white and sky blue tangled mess of his mane. A red and brown feather still peeks out from behind the thickness of the long tendrils, a steady reminder of who he is, despite the fear of losing that identity entirely. He needs a distraction desperately, so when the wind brings him the scent of another, he follows it blindly.
Glittering cerulean eyes lead him out of the darkness, followed by the large and starkly white patterns that adorn the champagne gold of his body. He wears a lazy smile as the moonlight reveals himself to the stranger, tossing his head casually. Indigo and ivory fall across the bold white of his face, settling haphazardly and veiling one of his curious eyes. “It’s late,” he begins plainly, though spoken softly as if to not disturb the sleeping world around them. “We should be asleep, shouldn’t we?” His lazy smile cracks into a cunning grin, halting directly in front of the other. “It’s dangerous to be wandering around at night alone, I’ve heard.” There is laughter in his voice and a sparkle in his eyes as he thinks of his twin sister, who had always taken it upon herself to remind him of the dangers of the world. For a moment he wonders if he is the danger now, but the thought barely settles itself in his mind before speaking again.
“Svedka.” He offers his name with a gentle bob of his head, revealing the eye that had been shielded by his thick forelock.
svedka
@[Pteron]