If Ion had expected anything, it was most certainly not frozen terror followed by a deluge of nearly incomprehensible words. Wren lets out a small trill before fluffing his feathers and settling deeper into Ion’s fur. The panther blinks at her a few times before opening his jaws, ivory teeth gleaming as he lets out a chuff that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.
With a sudden shake of his head, the black cat begins to morph, body growing as bones crack and stretch. Wren lets out an indignant sound, but doesn’t move. Moments later, a blue roan stallion is standing in place of the panther, brown gaze speculative as he eyes the mare before him. In his equine sight, she has become little more than a shadow. Moments later, feline eyes settle into the equine body so he might see her more clearly.
“If you were wishing for a quick death,” Ion replies (despite the obviously rhetorical nature of the question), voice gruff with disuse, “you have come to the wrong place.”
Pacing forward, he slowly circles the dark mare, eyeing her silvery locks and decidedly unimposing form. He is perfectly well aware looks can be wildly deceiving, but given her reaction to his sudden appearance, he is forced to wonder if she has no abilities that might have aided her here. After all, if he had been a monster, she would almost certainly be gurgling on her own blood rather than dealing with the aftermath of imagining certain death.
“Is that why you came here?” he continues after a moment, gaze now curious as he comes to a halt before her once more. “To commit suicide by fang?”
ion
in the empty of the grave, only distant dreams remain
@[Sparrow]