Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
To terrify is not the goal, hence his waiting to be spotted instead of popping up right next to her head. It is merely to find the extent of shifting and changing. For one with a trait like his, the possibilities are endless and he wants to familiarize himself with every possible situation. The fact that he actually found someone standing in the river, is new, and therefore must be investigated.
The serpent-formed male watches the scene unfold with curiosity and amusement; frankly, it’s quite a funny one, even with the muffled underwater sounds. As soon as they make eye contact, the flame-winged mare seems undisturbed, but backs away at any rate as if that was the normal way of walking in and out the water for her. The cat though, is far more interesting to the shifter, yet instead of being scared by the predatory animal’s stare or it’s hissing, he lazily swims towards the shore and lifts his large, finned (and shark-toothed) head out of the water, to study the lion, thinking of taking the same shape - about just in time to hear the golden-coloured mare behind him, ask if “it’s gone”.
His head still sticking out of the water like a submarine’s periscope, almost within reach of the predator on the shore but safe enough for now - knowing cats don’t particularly like the water - the serpent turns his head slowly, to stare at the palomino with a slight trace of offense on his reptilian face. ”Hello to you, too.” Beautiful these mares may be, they’re quick to judge a book by its cover. ”What form would you prefer instead? The lion?” he moves his head to indicate the glaring cat, then looks to the fire-winged mare, ”...your companion?” Looking back to Elaina, he gives her a grin and changes - matching her exactly, down to being female, and propels his new mare-body across the water, swimming with ease to meet them though the copy of Elaina doesn’t set foot ashore just yet. ”As you wish. Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder after all.” ‘she’ says when she meets the duo (though with a different edge in ‘her’ voice, betraying the fact that fake-Elaina was originally male).
Studying them both from the water’s shallow edges, the newly-made palomino mare now wonders if she offended her mirror image a little too much. But then again, what good is shifting and being able to alter oneself, if he only takes the form of non-existent creatures? No, actually this might be much more fun. Perhaps he, she, should take the form of another horse more often. It might prove useful somehow, he figures.
The serpent-formed male watches the scene unfold with curiosity and amusement; frankly, it’s quite a funny one, even with the muffled underwater sounds. As soon as they make eye contact, the flame-winged mare seems undisturbed, but backs away at any rate as if that was the normal way of walking in and out the water for her. The cat though, is far more interesting to the shifter, yet instead of being scared by the predatory animal’s stare or it’s hissing, he lazily swims towards the shore and lifts his large, finned (and shark-toothed) head out of the water, to study the lion, thinking of taking the same shape - about just in time to hear the golden-coloured mare behind him, ask if “it’s gone”.
His head still sticking out of the water like a submarine’s periscope, almost within reach of the predator on the shore but safe enough for now - knowing cats don’t particularly like the water - the serpent turns his head slowly, to stare at the palomino with a slight trace of offense on his reptilian face. ”Hello to you, too.” Beautiful these mares may be, they’re quick to judge a book by its cover. ”What form would you prefer instead? The lion?” he moves his head to indicate the glaring cat, then looks to the fire-winged mare, ”...your companion?” Looking back to Elaina, he gives her a grin and changes - matching her exactly, down to being female, and propels his new mare-body across the water, swimming with ease to meet them though the copy of Elaina doesn’t set foot ashore just yet. ”As you wish. Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder after all.” ‘she’ says when she meets the duo (though with a different edge in ‘her’ voice, betraying the fact that fake-Elaina was originally male).
Studying them both from the water’s shallow edges, the newly-made palomino mare now wonders if she offended her mirror image a little too much. But then again, what good is shifting and being able to alter oneself, if he only takes the form of non-existent creatures? No, actually this might be much more fun. Perhaps he, she, should take the form of another horse more often. It might prove useful somehow, he figures.
@[brunhilde] uhm here, have a second Elaina xD