04-23-2018, 03:44 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
“I do not fear the dark.”The fox’s tail bushes up slightly, her ears flipping back with amusement and a laugh in her throat. It almost sounds like a bark as her lips part to reveal her teeth, a mischievous smile on her two-toned snout. “You should,” she replies, and though there is a coyness in her voice, there is a seriousness in the flaming-red of her eyes that lets him know she is not kidding. His bright blue eyes fixates on her (reminding her of the past, of a dark raven with a hauntingly icy gaze, of promises unkept and broken), and feeling uncomfortable beneath his stare, she leaps up nimbly onto all fours once again.
He offers her a name - Jesper - and though the name means nothing to her, Merida is aware how important a name truly can be. She keeps it in her mind, lifting her snout slightly to inhale with quick, short breaths as she tastes the air around him. He is of the forest - damp and earthy and musky - and because it is familiar to her, she relaxes slightly as he continues to stride forward towards her. He is almost inspecting her the way he crawls cautiously towards her, and her mouth snaps shut as her nose begins to wrinkle - she still disliked his unfamiliar stare, though she is sure he is merely curious as to why he is able to understand the words of a fox.
The stallion begins to move in a strange way, and warily Merida watches him with a slight ripple of her lips in warning. A quick stamp of his forelegs could easily snap her spine. But his intentions are completely innocent, shown by the way he attempts to sit on his haunches like she had been only moments before. He is unable to do so, and the weight of his bulk causes him to thud dully into the pine-needle encrusted floor beneath them, which causes her to scitter away a leap or two. A laugh leaves his lips as he positions himself as an equine would, a silly grin on the charcoal black of his lips.
There is a quirk of her eyebrow upwards as she realizes his failed attempt, and for a moment she merely stares at him with a narrowed gaze, unresponsive. She then moves, coming before him and lying down on the white of her underbelly, her forepaws stretched before her like a sphinx. “That is precisely the reason I remain in this form.” She lowers her head slightly, nipping at the air between them with her tiny teeth, drawing her head back with a quick snap. There is no laughter, but a amusing smile curls on the black-lines of her lips. “More graceful, more agile.”
The fox tilts her head, a huff of air leaving her closed lips - somewhat of a soft bark.
“My name is Merida.”
@[Jesper]