09-28-2018, 04:51 AM
Well, it is certainly clear, that some time has passed since he last changed.
The young sand-coloured horse is stiff and hardly remembers how to walk; it's a good thing that meerkats can run on all fours also, but he misses his hands. Badly. So with a distorted face he ploughs through the sandbank and the water to cross - he almost figures that at this low tide it would be quicker if he ran as a meerkat, but he then wonders if perhaps he'd drown by the time he nears the island, so he had decided to shift.
Which still means that he walks awkwardly in the sand, looking down where he places the hooves carefully, and takes all of low tide to reach the tropical islands, water already on the rise again.
What a good idea that was, he snorts.
His tail is funny, too. Instead of the stiff thing that helps him keep balance, there's mostly hair, and only so many movements he can make with it. Looking back, he tests moving it, swinging the long, bleached hairs about until he's satisfied that he won't have anything else to do with it. He also shakes his head; a forelock is actually pretty annoying. But he supposes that since horses don't eat the bugs, the hairs function well enough. For now.
He desperately wants to shift back, but he holds it in - he needs his horse-voice for a whinny. He hasn't practised in a long time, and if it means that he sounds weird, well, why would he care anyway? He's come to see what his father is doing these days, not to make a good impression on the rest of the world.
@[Brennen] sorry, slightly lousy starter
The young sand-coloured horse is stiff and hardly remembers how to walk; it's a good thing that meerkats can run on all fours also, but he misses his hands. Badly. So with a distorted face he ploughs through the sandbank and the water to cross - he almost figures that at this low tide it would be quicker if he ran as a meerkat, but he then wonders if perhaps he'd drown by the time he nears the island, so he had decided to shift.
Which still means that he walks awkwardly in the sand, looking down where he places the hooves carefully, and takes all of low tide to reach the tropical islands, water already on the rise again.
What a good idea that was, he snorts.
His tail is funny, too. Instead of the stiff thing that helps him keep balance, there's mostly hair, and only so many movements he can make with it. Looking back, he tests moving it, swinging the long, bleached hairs about until he's satisfied that he won't have anything else to do with it. He also shakes his head; a forelock is actually pretty annoying. But he supposes that since horses don't eat the bugs, the hairs function well enough. For now.
He desperately wants to shift back, but he holds it in - he needs his horse-voice for a whinny. He hasn't practised in a long time, and if it means that he sounds weird, well, why would he care anyway? He's come to see what his father is doing these days, not to make a good impression on the rest of the world.
@[Brennen] sorry, slightly lousy starter