show them the joy and the pain and the ending
A shiver of wind caresses her as she watches the shape loping towards her across the dessicated wastes of Pangea. For a moment, just the barest span of time, she allows herself to admire the way his muscles shift beneath the sleek fur of the large cat, the focused intensity of his stride and the way the sun plays with the mingled black and tan hairs of his changed coat.
Then he is there before, as swiftly as only he seems able to manage, changing into his familiar green form, with its longer limbs and emerald coat glimmering in the sun. She rather enjoys watching him like this, the hum of energy and the thrill of power and desire. Not that she would ever tell him such a thing.
”Mmmm,” is her only response to his insight. She might not think much of this place, but there are always ears listening (she would know better than anyone), and she did not need to offend anyone on behalf of Nerine. Not yet, at least.
When he brushes against her, she leans almost imperceptibly into the soft touch that ruffles the intermingled black and white hairs of her crest. She allows herself a brief touch, her nose stretching out to drift across his skin as he retreats, a momentary lapse of decorum.
As her eyes lift, assessing him in that distinct manner of hers, she allows one equine brow to rise. ”Is there something I need scold you for?”
After a moment’s consideration, she turns her gaze back to the dry landscape before her. Always waiting, always watchful. ”Rapture is perfectly safe.” She does not ask after Longclaw. But then, she does not need to. It takes her only a thought to reach out and see that he is well.”You have made an… interesting choice in home.”
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i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts