[open] are we lost or found

[Mazikeen]

Again the filly is impressed with the tigress when she sees her - marveling at the power in every single stride. It is a form that she has mimicked, in her own time, though her tiger form is one of crystalline white marred with a handful of black stripes. Not once has she managed to shift into a colour not of her own, but she can’t say she really minds that just yet. Her orange eyes flash with a grateful grin at Sochi’s greeting though she does her best to clamp down on letting the excitement bubble over too much. Mazikeen does not want to be seen as just some overeager filly, not in this company. “Me too.” They are joined soon after by a familiar wolf and her smile grows a little at the sight. It feels very much like fate to see another face she knows here, in this spot. Another one for the cause then?  “Hello again.” She greets, flicking her black-tipped tail behind her - which has (only kind of by accident) become a wolf's tail.  She wishes she had shown up as something cool to remind them that she could really shift, but it feels a little silly to do it now. Especially now that Sochi is in her horse form once again (a flawless, beautiful shift that makes jealousy tingle in Mazikeen’s heart).  Mazikeen had never lacked for affection from either of her parents, but she feels that something more is beginning here with these two mares. Will others arrive? What forms will they take? What will her favourite shape be? She's with a tiger and a wolf now, perhaps she'll be a bear or an osprey. She snaps herself out of her own head and with another shake of her tail it returns back to its natural shape. The orange-eyed filly tilts her head to the side as she grins at her companions. “So, what do we do now?”

image by Reitro

@[sochi]