Jesper
01-16-2020, 09:17 AM
It certainly had been quiet. If there is one thing Jesper knows, the quiet does not last. And, honestly, that is a shame because the fox-shifter loves the quiet. It is one of the reasons he loves the Forest so much. He loved being able to hear the rustle of leaves in the wind or, the groan of a bough bent beyond its usual range. The scratching sound of squirrels scampering up tree trunks and whooshing of a pair of wings as a bird braced for landing or, took flight.
Things are a bit different here on Icicle Isle. Oh, it is still quiet. It is just, quiet on the Isle, sounds different. The male's acute ears pick up all of the various sounds the wind makes across a barren land: whipping, whistling, whooshing, and howling. Then, there is the distinct sound of snow crunching beneath paw pads or hooves. Water drips off of icicles and, hits the ground with a splat. When icicles fall they chink and shatter upon impact. These are the normal sounds of the Isle.
Thus, Jesper instantly notes a break in the normal soundtrack of the Isle when a distant call echoes across the bay. His unshod hooves detect the pulse of magic that vibrates through the ground and tugs at his heart. There is only one being that possesses such a power. Brennen. Without further ado, the black stallion pushes himself into motion. His sturdy limbs churn and stretch beneath his chassis as he heads towards the coast facing the mainland. He plunges into the frigid waters as he has done so many times before. Icy chunks float beside him as he pushes himself through the freezing cold liquid. His muscles tense away from the icy temperature and his strides seem sluggish as if he is cutting through thick mud. Jesper reminds himself to push on because staying in this water too long would only slow him down more. As the rocky shore comes into focus, his energy feels renewed. He clambers onto the craggy shore and shakes as much water as is possible from his pelt.
His desert lineage did not bless him with a fur coat suited for winter; however, his efforts in a quest granted him the ability to adapt to his environment. His top coat is long and serves to guard the dense undercoat beneath. The frigid water flies from the guard hairs and, within moments, his coat is dry. The air on the mainland is noticeably milder than the Isle and, with a sigh of relief, Jesper scans the rocky cliffside with his aquamarine gaze. He deduces that navigating it would be easier in his canine form and so, in a breath, a silver fox stands where the black stallion a moment prior. Now more agile and compact, the canine leaps onto the rocks. Nails unsheath and grip the uneven surface he stands upon. He bounds from ledge to ledge, using all four legs to balance as he climbs the face of the cliff.
Before long, the canine pulls himself onto the ledge and up onto the damp terrain. He pauses for a moment to get his bearings and, recover his breath. While standing still, his icy blue gaze fixates upon the gathering. Brennen is here! And, Leilan! Jesper did not recognize the other two though, he could guess that was the objective of the meeting. A spritely jog carries the canine forward as he approaches Leilan's right side. A playful smirk spreads across his lips as his jog morphs in leaps and bounds. He jumps into the frost dragon's chest and butts the top of his skull into the space under Leilan's cheeks. When his front paws reconnect with the stiff but damp ground, Jesper braces for a landing. His hindpaws follow suit and, when all four paws are on the ground, he directs his attention to Brennen. He pads forward with a warm smile tugging at his lips. He nudges the chest of his winged bay grandfather before he assumes his post on Brennen's left side.
He shifts back to his equine form (as a fox doesn't make for great first impressions) before he turns and sidles alongside the noble steed. Turning to face the dappled mare, he allows his aquamarine gaze to study her for a moment. She stood strong and purposeful and although, they had not formally been introduced, Jesper suspects she holds authority here in Nerine. A bronze-tipped, tufted lobe swivels to note Brennen's prompt for the mare to introduce herself. He listens silently and waits for her to speak. She could oblige or, perhaps, she will be so distracted by his enthusiastic entrance, she will ask for him to go first. In the pending silence, the black Arab-built stallion, marked with a white star, a right front sock, and streaks of bronze (that match the tipping on his ears) in his mane and tail. His expression is alert and eager. His ears point forward and his eyes flick from the dapple brown mare with a white face and silver locks to the copper roan and white mare.
@[Brennen] @[Leilan] @[Neverwhere] @[Brazen]
Late to the party, I know. Sorry! I hope it isn't a dreadful read <3
Things are a bit different here on Icicle Isle. Oh, it is still quiet. It is just, quiet on the Isle, sounds different. The male's acute ears pick up all of the various sounds the wind makes across a barren land: whipping, whistling, whooshing, and howling. Then, there is the distinct sound of snow crunching beneath paw pads or hooves. Water drips off of icicles and, hits the ground with a splat. When icicles fall they chink and shatter upon impact. These are the normal sounds of the Isle.
Thus, Jesper instantly notes a break in the normal soundtrack of the Isle when a distant call echoes across the bay. His unshod hooves detect the pulse of magic that vibrates through the ground and tugs at his heart. There is only one being that possesses such a power. Brennen. Without further ado, the black stallion pushes himself into motion. His sturdy limbs churn and stretch beneath his chassis as he heads towards the coast facing the mainland. He plunges into the frigid waters as he has done so many times before. Icy chunks float beside him as he pushes himself through the freezing cold liquid. His muscles tense away from the icy temperature and his strides seem sluggish as if he is cutting through thick mud. Jesper reminds himself to push on because staying in this water too long would only slow him down more. As the rocky shore comes into focus, his energy feels renewed. He clambers onto the craggy shore and shakes as much water as is possible from his pelt.
His desert lineage did not bless him with a fur coat suited for winter; however, his efforts in a quest granted him the ability to adapt to his environment. His top coat is long and serves to guard the dense undercoat beneath. The frigid water flies from the guard hairs and, within moments, his coat is dry. The air on the mainland is noticeably milder than the Isle and, with a sigh of relief, Jesper scans the rocky cliffside with his aquamarine gaze. He deduces that navigating it would be easier in his canine form and so, in a breath, a silver fox stands where the black stallion a moment prior. Now more agile and compact, the canine leaps onto the rocks. Nails unsheath and grip the uneven surface he stands upon. He bounds from ledge to ledge, using all four legs to balance as he climbs the face of the cliff.
Before long, the canine pulls himself onto the ledge and up onto the damp terrain. He pauses for a moment to get his bearings and, recover his breath. While standing still, his icy blue gaze fixates upon the gathering. Brennen is here! And, Leilan! Jesper did not recognize the other two though, he could guess that was the objective of the meeting. A spritely jog carries the canine forward as he approaches Leilan's right side. A playful smirk spreads across his lips as his jog morphs in leaps and bounds. He jumps into the frost dragon's chest and butts the top of his skull into the space under Leilan's cheeks. When his front paws reconnect with the stiff but damp ground, Jesper braces for a landing. His hindpaws follow suit and, when all four paws are on the ground, he directs his attention to Brennen. He pads forward with a warm smile tugging at his lips. He nudges the chest of his winged bay grandfather before he assumes his post on Brennen's left side.
He shifts back to his equine form (as a fox doesn't make for great first impressions) before he turns and sidles alongside the noble steed. Turning to face the dappled mare, he allows his aquamarine gaze to study her for a moment. She stood strong and purposeful and although, they had not formally been introduced, Jesper suspects she holds authority here in Nerine. A bronze-tipped, tufted lobe swivels to note Brennen's prompt for the mare to introduce herself. He listens silently and waits for her to speak. She could oblige or, perhaps, she will be so distracted by his enthusiastic entrance, she will ask for him to go first. In the pending silence, the black Arab-built stallion, marked with a white star, a right front sock, and streaks of bronze (that match the tipping on his ears) in his mane and tail. His expression is alert and eager. His ears point forward and his eyes flick from the dapple brown mare with a white face and silver locks to the copper roan and white mare.
@[Brennen] @[Leilan] @[Neverwhere] @[Brazen]
Late to the party, I know. Sorry! I hope it isn't a dreadful read <3