11-16-2019, 08:34 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The moment Pteron dares him for a race, the spotted baroque male’s mind already picks a familiar form. It was just a few months ago that he’d chosen the cheetah to tackle his yearling son, and he doesn’t think long before his legs become more muscled, his body elongated for a sprint. Pteron takes flight, but the pegasus needs to exit the trees first, and by the time he’s reached the tree’s crowns, Aodhán-the-cheetah, white and marked with golden flecks, is already racing straight through Loess and nearing the Sylvan border, as the three lands aren’t very far apart.
But the shifter isn’t planning on sifting through the trees. Mid-jump, he gains wings, climbing up in the free air before the treeline, and soon the eagle races the pegasus.
However, the shifter is kind of a cheater. He only uses the eagle’s strength and cheetah’s momentum for the climb; a peregrine falcon is then gaining on the winged horse and a small wren nestles himself in the ice-coloured male’s mane for the long ride. ”Gotcha” he chirps.
Aodhán rides his friend’s mane easily, until they start the descent. From there, he changes form and the falcon dives, to land roughly on the beach.
A colour change follows until he matches the parrots on the beach, as this talks easier. ”I think I smell something bad here, do you?” he turns to the pegasus, his colourful head tilted and his emerald eyes blinking innocently.
But the shifter isn’t planning on sifting through the trees. Mid-jump, he gains wings, climbing up in the free air before the treeline, and soon the eagle races the pegasus.
However, the shifter is kind of a cheater. He only uses the eagle’s strength and cheetah’s momentum for the climb; a peregrine falcon is then gaining on the winged horse and a small wren nestles himself in the ice-coloured male’s mane for the long ride. ”Gotcha” he chirps.
Aodhán rides his friend’s mane easily, until they start the descent. From there, he changes form and the falcon dives, to land roughly on the beach.
A colour change follows until he matches the parrots on the beach, as this talks easier. ”I think I smell something bad here, do you?” he turns to the pegasus, his colourful head tilted and his emerald eyes blinking innocently.
@[Pteron]
@[Eva] @[Aquaria] @[Adria] they’re here to see the nereids, so join in if you want