Out of the direct sunlight, Bolder naps.
He had seen this shape a few times in Hyaline. It wasn’t quite a cougar, a type of feline predator that he had seen before in the foothills of Loess. It was darker, larger. Mazikeen had called it a panther, or sometimes, an Atrox. Bolder found he rather liked this shape. It wasn’t quite as large as some of the other predators that he had tried, and this shape allowed him to easily rest amongst the warped branches and thick canopies in the Forest.
Bolder could nap, not have to worry about the sun turning his skin into shadow, and casually listen for anything traveling below. A round, gold-tipped ear flicked lazily towards the source of once such sound; it was a horse. The cadence of it told the young shapeshifter that much.
Stirring himself from a light sleep, Bolder opened one silver eye to glance down.
It opened lazily, prompted by the other, and both suddenly peered down to watch a white-maned stallion pass through this copse of woods. It tugged at his memory, and as Bolder continued to stare, the familiar gold-okapi stripes glinting off the copper hide struck him. He knew those stripes. They marked all of his siblings.
Rising, the large feline leapt from one branch to another, keeping pace with the brother that walked on the ground. The forest would end soon, and the moment that Saffron left the shadows, Bolder would be unlikely to follow. So the panther growled, hoping to freeze winged stallion as he sunk his claws into a tree and made his way downward. He was proud of this coat - pitch-black with gold edging instead of his usual copper-hued changes - but now regretted the choice. There was nothing of his natural form in it. Bolder would change in a moment, but in the excitement of stumbling across a long-lost sibling, he remained as a panther.
The only thing unusual about the approaching predator were the silver eyes that glinted menacingly towards Saffron.
@Saffron
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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what a shame, saffron - by bolder - 01-30-2022, 08:02 PM
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RE: what a shame, saffron - by bolder - 02-27-2022, 07:48 PM
RE: what a shame, saffron - by Saffron - 03-01-2022, 09:36 AM
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RE: what a shame, saffron - by bolder - 03-27-2022, 06:47 PM
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