For one who’s almost a yearling, even Raj is a little lanky. Skinny, even - with his growing up in Sylva and spending half if not all his time in Taiga also, he does a lot of walking, stalking, and sometimes, when invited, also hunting. His favourite part of that game is obviously the stalking part, not so much the running or even the killing. He’d rather have someone else do that, as long as he can scare the prey and after the kill, try to find out how they work. But his investigations take time and, because he cannot eat the meat, he has little to no time to graze, leaving his yearling sized, anglo-arabian stature even slimmer than it should be.
No matter. The mind is far more important. He’s become fascinated with himself, too - he’s see-through now, and while that’s funny, he wonders how it must look when he opens up a creature, for someone standing next to or behind him. They would still be able to see the wound, perhaps even better than he. He’s possibly jealous of others, but well, that wouldn’t help him anyway.
The other boys are mostly here for the thrill of the hunt and kill, he’s noticed. While he’s a little creeper himself, he does fancy himself to be more of an intellect than that, and of course being a demigod he’s pretty sure that life is more than just killing.
Which is why he doesn’t engage the steal creature. Rather, he’s curious; his translucent appaloosa body approaches him, in a neutral looking way. ”How’d you get that?” he wonders. Had he been born that way, his mother would not have lived, surely. Oh, but maybe she didn’t? He smiles a bit at the thought, imagining how that must have looked.
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[Kromium]