02-24-2020, 08:23 PM
we wear the mask
that grins and lies
that grins and lies
Halcyon looks over his striped shoulder at Loess behind him, hesitation in his step. It dismays him to leave Mama here without him while she waits for her pearlescent friend, but he knows she will fare fine for a short while as she catches up with those she knows in the foothills, and even his brother had sought kinship in the winged son of Castile, lessening the time they had spent together as of late. The yearling tiger does not fault them ─ they are both warm and kind, the two things he loves most about his Mama and Cormorant, but there are times that he prefers the quiet padding of his growing paws to the sounds of conversation.
So it's into the Forest for Halcyon this day.
His narrow striped frame ─ awkward, as he has begun to shed his fluffy cub-like fur to reveal a sleek hide beneath it ─ curls gracefully 'round verdant moss-covered tree trunks and under low-hanging boughs. It's a practice in stealth to meander in such a way that his feline paws make nary a sound despite the ground upon which they alight ─ pine needles, twigs, stone, the moistness of a riverbank. But he makes it into a game nonetheless, and effectively distracts himself from the outside world for so long, so concentrated is he that he has involuntarily flipped the switch on his invisibility, that it's with an alarmed start that Halcyon pops back into view before the lioness cub.
"Flying finned fish!" he whispers from behind whetted teeth, his orange eyes narrowed with surprise on the girl. Shadows play against her tawny fur in such a way that they could almost appear odd, but Halcyon's gaze does not linger here long. "Sorry," he tells her once he remembers his manners, "I didn't realize anyone else was nearby. My name is Halcyon."
@[Beryl]
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So it's into the Forest for Halcyon this day.
His narrow striped frame ─ awkward, as he has begun to shed his fluffy cub-like fur to reveal a sleek hide beneath it ─ curls gracefully 'round verdant moss-covered tree trunks and under low-hanging boughs. It's a practice in stealth to meander in such a way that his feline paws make nary a sound despite the ground upon which they alight ─ pine needles, twigs, stone, the moistness of a riverbank. But he makes it into a game nonetheless, and effectively distracts himself from the outside world for so long, so concentrated is he that he has involuntarily flipped the switch on his invisibility, that it's with an alarmed start that Halcyon pops back into view before the lioness cub.
"Flying finned fish!" he whispers from behind whetted teeth, his orange eyes narrowed with surprise on the girl. Shadows play against her tawny fur in such a way that they could almost appear odd, but Halcyon's gaze does not linger here long. "Sorry," he tells her once he remembers his manners, "I didn't realize anyone else was nearby. My name is Halcyon."
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