07-24-2019, 09:37 AM
Erio nears the touch of claustrophobia as he weaves among the trees. He has thus far grown up in Pangea where the vegetation is sparse and cliffsides set the stage for an open and barren landscape. There is something intriguing about it. With it’s desolation, one can never hide. As much as Erio would prefer to recede to the shadows where no one else can shame him, Pangea has forced him to take a stage. It is building him and preparing him to be seen by a judgmental world. He cannot hide behind trees or bushes there. Not like here. And while this forest may have been once ideal, it now seems congested. It’s like the walls are closing in.
But he pushes himself past the doubt and discomfort. He steers himself through a maze of plant life with muted footsteps. Remaining keen to his surroundings, his triangular ears flicker back and forth. In this body, Erio feels stronger. Smaller than father, yes, but still with teeth and claws. Of course, he does not possess bloodlust and so his body only reverts back into a horse when his stomach churns hungrily.
The idea to eat crosses his mind, but it takes a back seat when his eyes rest on another wolf.
No, hellhound.
His short stride quickens. Although young, he is still unnaturally small. It alleviates the stress of fitting in smaller crevices and narrow pathways. With this uncanny ability, he approaches the girl sooner since he had no need to take a longer route around the nearby trees. A final fern bush rustles near her before he steps forward, his expression amiable and bright. ”Hi! You’re like me, but a girl!” It fascinates him – both her shaggy canine appearance and her size – and doesn’t at all unsettle his nerves. ”I’m Erio,” his voice is immature and young. Has it already been a year? He blinks to observe the forest engulfing them, mapping the seasons out in his head silently before shifting his attention back to her, eager and curious.
@[Sabrina]
But he pushes himself past the doubt and discomfort. He steers himself through a maze of plant life with muted footsteps. Remaining keen to his surroundings, his triangular ears flicker back and forth. In this body, Erio feels stronger. Smaller than father, yes, but still with teeth and claws. Of course, he does not possess bloodlust and so his body only reverts back into a horse when his stomach churns hungrily.
The idea to eat crosses his mind, but it takes a back seat when his eyes rest on another wolf.
No, hellhound.
His short stride quickens. Although young, he is still unnaturally small. It alleviates the stress of fitting in smaller crevices and narrow pathways. With this uncanny ability, he approaches the girl sooner since he had no need to take a longer route around the nearby trees. A final fern bush rustles near her before he steps forward, his expression amiable and bright. ”Hi! You’re like me, but a girl!” It fascinates him – both her shaggy canine appearance and her size – and doesn’t at all unsettle his nerves. ”I’m Erio,” his voice is immature and young. Has it already been a year? He blinks to observe the forest engulfing them, mapping the seasons out in his head silently before shifting his attention back to her, eager and curious.
@[Sabrina]