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i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Djinni - 02-17-2017 djinni current appearance: natural build - slim smoky grullo tobiano black and white magpie wings sea green eyes RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Ruan - 02-18-2017 Ruan Something wasn't right inside him. He'd grown so cold and distant, held everyone he loved at arms length. Found peace in the presence of strangers with deep eyes as wild as his. Enchanting, enthralling. Was he turning feral? Was her magic warping him over time to make him think he was truly wolf, as he felt he truly should be. This skin, this body was no longer home to his wild heart. His sight longed for night now, when they would become wolves like clockwork. When he would be whole again and free. Cracking through the brush had him flinching, so loud, so sensitive. The snaps of twigs produced a snap in his mind, the snapping of salivating jaws that hadn't been there before. Ice-blue eyes sharpened, brightened as he turned toward it with purpose, moved with a fluid lope of rolling muscles akin to the canine gradually manifesting in his mind, becoming impossibly sentient. He came to a slow pause as he stepped into view, his head low and watchful. But he was not a wary wolf, despite his mind fracturing and telling him it was so, and he lifted his skull as a stallion should. And forced words from a mouth of flat and useless teeth. Welcome to the Taiga, he greeted, strong but low. The sight of her wings had his head tilting and muscles beneath his shoulders contracting reflexively as if his were still there hiding behind the jagged scars. It had been so long since they were stolen and torn from his body, so long since he flexed those now-useless muscles. Piercing blue eyes returned to the sea-green of hers, and he relaxed the tension in his posture that came so naturally to him now. I am Ruan. Can I help you find someone? He was calm and solemn, curious at the sight of a traveler when so few ever came. Most only passed through as quietly as they could to get to or from the forests on either side. RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Djinni - 02-18-2017 djinni current appearance: natural build - slim smoky grullo tobiano black and white magpie wings sea green eyes RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Ruan - 02-19-2017 Ruan She shrugged and smiled, and when she spoke, her cheerfully bright voice had the tension in his mind wincing. There was a low growl in there, from a beast that had certainly not been there before as something separate from him. It was slowly forming, gradually gaining self-thought, self-awareness. He grit his teeth at the implication of future problems that might cause him and his eyes narrowed with a flicker before his expression was calm and stoic again. He almost rolled a shoulder in a shrug, but instead remained stone-still and as boring as always. What would you like to know? he managed to ask kindly, unsure if they had much to tell that would be of interest to anyone outside the forest. He did shrug then, and said as much. We don't seem to be of much interest to the world outside of the redwoods. And he didn't mind that, liked his peace and their freedom to roam and keep to themselves. To run free. And wild. Are you looking for a home? RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Djinni - 02-24-2017 djinni current appearance: natural build - slim smoky grullo tobiano sea green eyes RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone - Ruan - 02-27-2017 Ruan Somehow, he was surrounded and yet alone. Cold, distant, so empty. Did the fragments of his mind show in the blue of his eyes? Were they the eyes of a wolf or a horse? Sometimes he looked down and found he was confused to see hooves, only to feel so stupid afterward. Only to shrink further into himself where they couldn't find him, couldn't see that the wildness was his true self, found and released by the one that loved him. But could she love the real him? I live in Sylva, she answered. Not in search of a home, then. He nodded acknowledgement, but remained silent. Always so silent. She followed with what she might have come for, curious to know more about the lands. ...and who leads them, and what they think of the future. His brows just barely tugged closer, thoughtful, uncertain where this was going. Was there a purpose to know these things if she lived elsewhere? I do, he said simply. I lead them. He wasn't alone in it, and it was Reagan who was responsible for the way things were set up. He was the one that fails to impress, the one that can never seem to meet expectations. The one to shy away from the traditional way of things, to fight against the cage of the norm and try to claw his way out of society's boundaries. To just be him. To just be free. Where was the purpose in ranks? Where was the purpose in segregating the people into categories, slapping labels like name-tags and sending them on their way. This was their home, and if they loved it they would seek to defend it, protect it. They would want to fill it with love, joy, companionship and family. They were all responsible for this forest, for each other. For the pack. He shook his head, brushing away his own thoughts with a light shrug. Their are.. guards, and diplomats. Why did it taste so bad on his tongue? This was what was normal, this was what was right. He was the one that couldn't fit in the box, that felt the walls and tried to get right back out. He was the one that didn't quite fit. He glanced to the side a moment, taking in the thick redwoods of home, the sunlight dancing across scattered leaves and needles. This was his home. And maybe he was the only one that truly belonged in this wilderness. The beast in his mind agreed, wanted to break free and run. But it wasn't supposed to be there. He was born horse, would die horse. Could only become wolf with her magic. Why did it feel like a lie to tell himself that teeth and fur and claws wasn't the real him? He turned back to her again, suddenly needing to know. How is your Sylva run? Do you like boxes and cages too? |