She can still hear her queen's insults thrown at her like poisonous barbs; No Celeana. You have to give respect to receive it. And her little protector's taunts; Here kitty kitty..... Here kitty kitty. Good kitty. Their words echoing... and echoing. It's completely non-stop. And she can't help it. She's inexperienced. She hardly knows how to shift at will, and it scares her. Sometimes she trapped in her feline form, wishing to join her mate as an equine... but she's trapped. Lost within her own being yet ever so connected. This drives our alabaster feline out of her homeland.
It is rare to see an amazonian mare in the field, there were so few out and about now a days. But as a pale big cat, that draws some attention.
She sinks through crowds and bodies, her heart thundering wildly within her head. The bloodlust knocking her off her rocker, her predator instincts kicking in, and she resists. Well she tries at least. With a gentle rumble in her throat, a trial to soothe her own instincts with a purr that came out more like a growl. A violent one at that. Her verdant gaze wavers clouded by predatory instincts, her tail lashing aggressively, as she comes upon a grullo mare. Her lips peal back into a snarl, a quite menacing one at that, and then she shifts.
It's uncomfortable and she's discombobulated, for a moment narrowing her emerald iris's upon the grullo mare. Ivory muscular neck, cranes with embarrassment. "I'm terribly sorry about that... It's not something I can quite control yet." Porcelain flecked eye lashes, glint in the withering sunlight of winter. She feels guilty, allowing her feline state to have full control over her mind. "I'm Celeana, care to share a name?" Her embarrassment washes over her once again, she feels terribly sorry for allowing herself to go full animal on this poor girl.
Where the Wild Things Are
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