let my shadows prove the sunshine
He does not search for sympathy, though he cannot help the way the slight softening of her gaze brings him a bit of reprieve. The smirk on his face remains there, gentle and almost solemn amongst the hopefulness and playfulness that twinkle in their cerulean depths. The pink of his nose twitches slightly as her next words - accusing yet with a truth that Svedka could not deny - and his golden ears flip casually back, thoughtful. He had never thought of himself as the pessimist that this woman is making him out to be and there is a stirring of something in his chest. He cannot place it - was it anger? Frustration, maybe? He isn’t too sure because the emotion is strangely unfamiliar as it sits heavily like a weight, causing a mild frown to crease his face.
“I wasn’t born a shifter,” he mentions casually with a soft roll of his shoulder, “perhaps that is why my attitude is such an issue.” He speaks the truth but there is humor in his voice, the tiniest of grins on his lips. “I don’t remember anything once I shift - so I don’t know if I’m happy or not. Knowing would certainly help.”
His brow furrows and a single back leg stamps the ground simultaneously. The stallion rolls his shoulders, fixating his eyes on the woman before him that casually lounges as a tawny lioness, tipping his chin upwards as if evaluating her. “Perhaps there is someone who could help me find myself, then.” Svedka’s voice is even and full of intention, a glimmer in his eye that is something mischievous. He is suddenly feeling very brave before this stranger, enraptured by her wild spirit and ferocity (and ease!) within her lion shape. Svedka’s own cougar stirs restlessly, pressing against the bars of its metaphorical cage the moment the stallion had begun to loosen his grip. “I wonder where I could find such a woman,”
The words are almost sultry as they slip from his pearlescent mouth, inviting her down from her perch and to join him, overwhelmed by something that Svedka could not label as anything but instinctual. He feels as though he is dancing some ancestral dance, much like the one he is so familiar with, but something deep within him is stirring that holds no tethers to his equine soul.
svedka
@[Vastra]