[open] it will be enough

[Chemdog]

A little cardinal flutters in an odd pattern down the beach, twisting and turning as he flies, his body changing shape mid-soar. Each part of the little bird changes so slowly as he soars that it almost seems like an optical illusion  ̶  and of course to some degree, it is. His red feathers blacken, his body enlarges, wingspan spreading further until he is a big fat raven gliding on the wind just as gracefully as when it was just a small red bird.

He watched the mare land from afar, ever the watchmen he has become, isolated from the rest of the world (intentionally), and living only to haunt the empty beaches of the Cove. He does not chase anyone off, he doesn’t lord over the place any more than anyone else, not nowadays. Not since he was stripped of any real leadership dignity, being whooped and robbed by a gangly little pony with big-boy magic. The ability to shapeshift in any sort of cryptid is a step better, but with the loss, went Chem’s desire for redemption or revenge. Why bother? Maybe that is realism, maybe that’s depression. Either way it probably is not going to get addressed, much like the rest of his emotional issues.

The teal eyed raven shifts to his natural form, jogging as his hooves shape and hit the soft black sands. He’s fit lately, living well and moving all the time, his coat sleek and his weight ideal for his athletic yet thick structure. When he’s healthy, his immortal blood allows him to appear in his physical prime. This summer he looks good, much better than the past few years, even if his mental status is not exactly sparkling.

His white face is swept over by a long dark forelock, tipping to one side to reveal the same bright teal eyes as when he was a raven. He stops at a polite distance, his tail tossing, his nose up to smell gently toward the mare. “Welcome to Silver Cove,” his smile is a bit devious, but a smile nonetheless.

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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me even posting is april fools, HA
<3

couldn't help myself


@Oriash