Set
02-21-2025, 04:04 PM
He hasn’t always possessed this affinity for all creatures, mundane to mythical. They’d been little beyond background noise before that battle decades ago, when the faeries had first touched him with their magic. Save for a select few, that is. A faint, self-deprecating grin tugs at the corner of his mouth and he rolls his shoulders to relieve the itch where scar tissue ropes across them. The irony that it was a feline who marked him so early in his life and that it is a feline (albeit a smaller one) who now crouches above his head is not lost on him. Though he instinctively knows what the cat is not, he cannot fully apprise himself of what it is without using his magic, which he still keeps neatly tucked about him.
Wary, he retreats a few steps at the same time she stands, both to give him room to react should this encounter go badly, and to lessen the angle he has to crane his neck to keep the cat in full view.
The bright gold of his gaze catches on the bright blue of hers, snagging for a moment before she sits to bathe herself, denying any friendships formed with elk. Around them the forest teems with life, life gone back to routine now that the disturbance his resurrection had caused is over. A squirrel searches for an old cache in the debris of a fallen tree while a mouse steals away with the last of it, darting away in another direction, careful to give the cat’s tree a wide berth.
Set watches the twitch of the cat’s tail a moment before meeting her eyes again. “What about …” He pulls energy from the life pulsing around him - not enough to kill anything, he’s not a monster - and shifts. One moment an earthbound piebald stallion with roguishly handsome good looks, the next a lanky piebald cat perched on the branch behind her complete with laughing gold-colored eyes and that same reckless confidence. He’d aimed to transport just out of immediate swatting range, and he grins like the wild boy he'll always be. “ … horses masquerading as cats?”
Wary, he retreats a few steps at the same time she stands, both to give him room to react should this encounter go badly, and to lessen the angle he has to crane his neck to keep the cat in full view.
The bright gold of his gaze catches on the bright blue of hers, snagging for a moment before she sits to bathe herself, denying any friendships formed with elk. Around them the forest teems with life, life gone back to routine now that the disturbance his resurrection had caused is over. A squirrel searches for an old cache in the debris of a fallen tree while a mouse steals away with the last of it, darting away in another direction, careful to give the cat’s tree a wide berth.
Set watches the twitch of the cat’s tail a moment before meeting her eyes again. “What about …” He pulls energy from the life pulsing around him - not enough to kill anything, he’s not a monster - and shifts. One moment an earthbound piebald stallion with roguishly handsome good looks, the next a lanky piebald cat perched on the branch behind her complete with laughing gold-colored eyes and that same reckless confidence. He’d aimed to transport just out of immediate swatting range, and he grins like the wild boy he'll always be. “ … horses masquerading as cats?”
ooc - apologies for the pov change, trying to knock the rust off my writing
@Mafdet