08-23-2015, 06:58 PM
` where's your moose?
For the longest time the darkness had been my friend. My constant hiding in the shadows had become more than a habit. It had become almost like an addiction I didn't have any desire to try and kick. It was why I found myself weaving in between the trees of the woods surrounding the field as I made my way towards the center. the last times I had made my way to this side of beqanna I had flown in. but this time I decided it would be more appropriate to travel how I preferred. by hoof and in the dark.
it was much easier to slink up behind unsuspecting souls and give them the smallest of frights. it was a small humour I cherished and held most dear... for even the smallest entertainments were important to keep the boredom from my entirely too complex thought process. I guess the love for the small humors in life were why I noticed the little designs on the trees before I noticed her. I began to follow each and every one, my nose touching ever discovered design until finally I saw the differently colored girl infront of me.
her purple and blue hues were unusual, like my glowing orange jaguar spots and it made me just comfortable enough to walk up beside her as she carved a name into the tree she stood infront of. her expertise at the carving with her horn was practiced well enough to be legible and the word quickly escaped my lips before I could stop myself from doing so. "Aiken, hmm? ...Interesting." Wings twitched at my sides as I looked over at her and noticed how the glow of my spots shone gently against her dark bay coat and colored mane.
"Is that someone significant, or did you just decide that was the name the tree should have?" A small smirk quirked at the edges of my lips. "I'm demian, of the valley. Mind if I bother you for a moment? If the trees deserve your attention more, I could try to change into one, but I can't say I'll be successful or that it would be even a pleasant thing to watch." I guess this socialization stuff was getting pretty easy. At first when I crawled out of my little hole and decided to stop being a hermit, the worlds had jumbled inside of me. but now here t they danced on the tip of my tongue. social anxiety was certainly becoming a thing I was learning to live with and tolerate.