10-21-2021, 06:09 PM
She’s expecting another shifter, how else could they have disappeared so fast, but she still jumps a little when, seemingly out of nowhere, there is a leopard standing before her. And not just any leopard. The exciting thrill of curiosity carries Sickle through the initial shock. She stumbles back a step, making room for the not-small-at-all creature that is suddenly there.
And then her orange and blue eyes widen as she takes in the horns, the familiar black coat and the feathers. And those eyes. Deeper versions of her own, and a set she’s known since the very beginning.
Her heart races so loudly but she knows she squeaks out a gentle “Malik?” as her shape and colour flickers and flashes through a dozen shades and shapes with her excitement and distress.
She lands in the shape she is most often, that of a young mare, and this snaps her out of her shock enough for words to begin to pour out of her. “Oh my god MALIK! You’re okay?!” Her gaze moves over his coat, checking for signs of scars that their parents could have been leaving this whole time - and lingers on the horns that had only been just peeking out of his mane the last time she saw him.
A wide, frantic smile clashes with the tears that are making her vision blurry as she focuses on his face once more. “I’ve missed you so much.” And then without a single other thought - so easily assuming he had not greeted her by name as some sort of joke - she flings herself towards her brother, intending to wrap him in a hug.
And then her orange and blue eyes widen as she takes in the horns, the familiar black coat and the feathers. And those eyes. Deeper versions of her own, and a set she’s known since the very beginning.
Her heart races so loudly but she knows she squeaks out a gentle “Malik?” as her shape and colour flickers and flashes through a dozen shades and shapes with her excitement and distress.
She lands in the shape she is most often, that of a young mare, and this snaps her out of her shock enough for words to begin to pour out of her. “Oh my god MALIK! You’re okay?!” Her gaze moves over his coat, checking for signs of scars that their parents could have been leaving this whole time - and lingers on the horns that had only been just peeking out of his mane the last time she saw him.
A wide, frantic smile clashes with the tears that are making her vision blurry as she focuses on his face once more. “I’ve missed you so much.” And then without a single other thought - so easily assuming he had not greeted her by name as some sort of joke - she flings herself towards her brother, intending to wrap him in a hug.
@Malik