the vows of ruin - star

[avocet]

The feathered creature in front of him is rather graceful. There is a certain elegance in the arc of its neck, a primness in the neat way that it has tucked away its pale feathers. It almost surprises Avocet that the creature pays him any mind; it surprises him, even more, when it speaks.

Was there no truth to the natural order in Beqanna?

If he were a more ill-tempered colt, he might have scowled. But Avocet merely blinks and watches the winged animal through slightly-narrowed eyes. "So are you an illusion?" he asks the shifter. Manikin would be delighted by this discovery and her cackling laughter prickles at the back of his mind, one of his few unaltered memories.

He casts a curious honey-brown eye down to study the swan as it swims closer.

"A bird that can't fly might consider that a problem," Avocet muses. But then this isn't a bird, as his new companion had stated. He is Nerve, or so he claims to be. The bay isn't really sure how the shifters claim names; Popinjay was a wild mare but once shifted into her thunderbird shape, she became absolutely feral. A lightning storm wrapped in dark feathers and talons.

Nerve's other shape is rather simple. For Avocet, it becomes a bridging point - the potential for future camaraderie.

"Avocet," he offers to black stallion. He sees no point in hiding his problem, a dilemma that he could use help solving. Two minds might be better than one and Avo was intrigued to pick at the brain of someone who could shift into another perspective. "I think I'm looking for one," he says uneasily, tilting his head as the other horse approached the bank. "I'm searching for Carnage."

@[Nerve] bro talk