Set
01-10-2020, 05:28 PM
He twists his head, laughter rumbling in his throat and spilling out. It is a pleasant sound in its honesty, his brows raised in amusement. The blue of her eyes is a dark color he’s only seen a time or two, in the depths of the ocean where the sunlight only just barely reaches. He had not gone any deeper than that - the memory of that time he had nearly drowned makes his withers itch. He finds it decidedly more difficult to tear his gaze away from hers than it is to banish the memory, though. Hers matches the ocean not only in color, but in depth, in secrets - in lifetimes. Love, hate, life, death. Pain, one of life’s linking constants. He could lose himself, perusing thousands upon thousands of experiences … Snorting, he breaks the odd moment by turning away with a click of his tongue. He clears his throat and just like that, he is full of brash merriment. “Always, lovely Agetta.” He winks.
In the shutter of a blink, Set shoves at her with his magic. It’s not really an aggressive shove; just enough to flood her system, to encourage her body to change. At nearly the same time, he changes with a rousing whoop that echoes off the surrounding trees. From scar-pocked piebald stallion to glossy, mud-brown mustelid, Mink-Set whirls with a “catch me if you can” left hanging in his wake. Child-ish, perhaps, but he is no longer one to worry about the boundaries and constraints of what is done and what is not done. A far cry from the royal prodigy of his youth, he’s mastered the art of doing as he pleases, when he pleases. Skittering over a moss-covered rock and under a bit of driftwood, Mink-Set angles away and races headlong into the rain-drenched woods. A rabbit startles from the underbrush. There is a split second that primal nature threatens to override the part of the mink that is still-Set, the flash of a garbled scream and brown fur stained dark, but a shake of his head clears the mind and he dashes on, listening for any sounds that might hint that Agetta chose to join him.
In the shutter of a blink, Set shoves at her with his magic. It’s not really an aggressive shove; just enough to flood her system, to encourage her body to change. At nearly the same time, he changes with a rousing whoop that echoes off the surrounding trees. From scar-pocked piebald stallion to glossy, mud-brown mustelid, Mink-Set whirls with a “catch me if you can” left hanging in his wake. Child-ish, perhaps, but he is no longer one to worry about the boundaries and constraints of what is done and what is not done. A far cry from the royal prodigy of his youth, he’s mastered the art of doing as he pleases, when he pleases. Skittering over a moss-covered rock and under a bit of driftwood, Mink-Set angles away and races headlong into the rain-drenched woods. A rabbit startles from the underbrush. There is a split second that primal nature threatens to override the part of the mink that is still-Set, the flash of a garbled scream and brown fur stained dark, but a shake of his head clears the mind and he dashes on, listening for any sounds that might hint that Agetta chose to join him.
@[Agetta]