04-03-2021, 09:16 AM
Mazikeen
Mazikeen was almost always in a bad mood after returning from Islandres. There was some comfort in not seeing Gale disembowel the other inhabitants of the island, or whatever the curse was going to make him do, for longer and longer periods of time and yet the short blips where she watched him soured her stomach. She wouldn’t abandon her promise but that didn’t make it any easier. Not when she knew she missed him, this enemy-turned-friend-turned-???, and missed the possibility of what she'd wanted with him. Not when she knew she still harboured a secret hope that it would all work out fine. None of that made these excursions easy.
Nearly every visit involved an argument with herself about whether to just show up and tell him to deal with it.
Nearly every visit, she told herself she won’t feel the same quickening of her pulse when she stole her glimpses. The cloud of confusing thoughts that follows her undoubtedly contributes to why her mood is as dark as the world around her as she flies back to Hyaline. She will not allow herself to land until she’s drained every speck of energy from her body so she will pass out and be incapable of dreaming. Between Breach, Gale, being alpha, the world being what it is, and nearly dying, there’s never anything good waiting for her in her dreams lately.
As she scouts Hyaline from the air she practices shifting between wing strokes - welcoming this completely reasonable drop in her stomach in that sliver of time between shapes. Whatever changed with her shifting since the mountain has given her a host of other animals, most of which she doesn’t even know the name of, but she can try them on by letting it sort of fill in the blanks. If she thinks feline, she might get a lion or she might get one of her newest favourite shapes - a sabre-toothed cat, showing off her broken canine.
Now she settles into a single shape when she’s given a large eagle, larger than any she’s ever seen. A Haast’s eagle. She keeps her usual colouration, white with black upon her wing tips, beak, and her feet - and always those burning orange eyes.
Eyes that catch on the black eagle as it lands on a pine. This is only mildly interesting until she happens to catch the change from black plumage to brown. A solid pit forms in her stomach that tells her she knows exactly what shifter this is. Someone from a place where all the animals are black.
She feels dread, confusion, annoyance, and a small flutter of something else that she does her best to squash with reality. After all, she had worked on resigning herself to the idea that their next proper encounter would involve her trying to kill him to rid the world of his curse before he could do too much damage.
It makes no sense for this eagle to be Gale.
Unless this is another ‘I came to visit to tell you I don’t want to be friends in the most confusing way ever’ visit. Unless he’s sick of seeing the feathers and is here to try to convince her to stop coming. Unless something is wrong.
That thought, combined with her near-supernatural stubbornness, keeps her from the tempting idea of getting Sabal to climb out of her lake and take care of this visitor for her. She needs to know why he's here.
So Mazikeen lands on a neighbouring pine, taking a little bit of pleasure in her eagle shape being approximately twice as large than whoever. Her orange eyes are focused intensely on the brown eagle and she tells herself that is it because it is a (possible) stranger in her home and not because of who her thundering heart and all of her instincts seem to think it is.
“If you were trying to blend in with that plumage change, the animals here are pastel coloured.” She keeps her voice carefully neutral. What she wants to ask is why the fuck are you here but hostility is no longer her first instinct when it comes to him. Everything might be easier if it was.
Nearly every visit involved an argument with herself about whether to just show up and tell him to deal with it.
Nearly every visit, she told herself she won’t feel the same quickening of her pulse when she stole her glimpses. The cloud of confusing thoughts that follows her undoubtedly contributes to why her mood is as dark as the world around her as she flies back to Hyaline. She will not allow herself to land until she’s drained every speck of energy from her body so she will pass out and be incapable of dreaming. Between Breach, Gale, being alpha, the world being what it is, and nearly dying, there’s never anything good waiting for her in her dreams lately.
As she scouts Hyaline from the air she practices shifting between wing strokes - welcoming this completely reasonable drop in her stomach in that sliver of time between shapes. Whatever changed with her shifting since the mountain has given her a host of other animals, most of which she doesn’t even know the name of, but she can try them on by letting it sort of fill in the blanks. If she thinks feline, she might get a lion or she might get one of her newest favourite shapes - a sabre-toothed cat, showing off her broken canine.
Now she settles into a single shape when she’s given a large eagle, larger than any she’s ever seen. A Haast’s eagle. She keeps her usual colouration, white with black upon her wing tips, beak, and her feet - and always those burning orange eyes.
Eyes that catch on the black eagle as it lands on a pine. This is only mildly interesting until she happens to catch the change from black plumage to brown. A solid pit forms in her stomach that tells her she knows exactly what shifter this is. Someone from a place where all the animals are black.
She feels dread, confusion, annoyance, and a small flutter of something else that she does her best to squash with reality. After all, she had worked on resigning herself to the idea that their next proper encounter would involve her trying to kill him to rid the world of his curse before he could do too much damage.
It makes no sense for this eagle to be Gale.
Unless this is another ‘I came to visit to tell you I don’t want to be friends in the most confusing way ever’ visit. Unless he’s sick of seeing the feathers and is here to try to convince her to stop coming. Unless something is wrong.
That thought, combined with her near-supernatural stubbornness, keeps her from the tempting idea of getting Sabal to climb out of her lake and take care of this visitor for her. She needs to know why he's here.
So Mazikeen lands on a neighbouring pine, taking a little bit of pleasure in her eagle shape being approximately twice as large than whoever. Her orange eyes are focused intensely on the brown eagle and she tells herself that is it because it is a (possible) stranger in her home and not because of who her thundering heart and all of her instincts seem to think it is.
“If you were trying to blend in with that plumage change, the animals here are pastel coloured.” She keeps her voice carefully neutral. What she wants to ask is why the fuck are you here but hostility is no longer her first instinct when it comes to him. Everything might be easier if it was.
@[Gale] you get a novel in response I guess!!