Jesper
03-21-2023, 06:23 AM
A sudden lurch brings the silver fox to his paws. Moments ago, he was curled up, with his canine snout tucked into his thick tail. He blinks a few times while his drowsy brain tries to process what is going on. Beneath his padded feet, he can feel the vibrations of the land he stands on. It is chaotic; rocking and pitching, this way and that. Jesper can hear the black waters crashing violently against rock. He can smell the smoke and char of the Isle burning. He senses danger. A wave of uncertainty and then, panic, spurs him forward.
His first steps falter as the ground gives way beneath him. Jesper feels the need for haste and, presses on. His bounds turn into a full strided run. The fox-shifter can not be sure where is safe though, he doesn't waste time looking around. His ciel blue eyes focus on the immediate ground ahead of him. It is quivering and shaking though, for now, it seems intact. He heads towards the coast and, upon reaching it, the ash-hued canine morphs into his coal black equine bod. Jesper wastes no time and dives into the angry waters. His equine limbs are stronger than that of his fox form. They cut through the stormy sea and propel him through.
He charts a course to the mainland. Whatever angered Beqanna enough to sequester his safe-haven, was unknown to Jesper. He deduces that the safest place now would be a common land. He didn't wish to discover what the aftermath holds and so, he continues to pump his legs until the familiar treeline of the Forest comes into view. That swim was, by far, the longest one he had ever voluntarily completed. When his tired limbs clamber onto solid ground again, Jesper finds that he needs to stand a few moments in order to recalibrate his balance, and his breath. Thank Goodness for adrenaline to get me through the rough waters. And, warmer temperatures towards the end, the male though to himself.
From this spot, at the edge of the Forest, the scene is very familiar. This brings comfort to the black stallion since his aquamarine gaze did not recognize any of the adjacent lands. The Forest was a refuge for him as a young adult and thus, will always be his preferred common spot. With his respiratory rate back to normal, Jesper wills his fatigued muscles to go back to work. He pushes himself between two Elm trunks and, winds through the maze of poplars, birches, elms and spruces. His nares find comfort in the dank smell that overpowers his olfactories. While picking his way over the leaves, tree roots and rocks, Jesper takes time to pause and snack upon the sporadic patches of grass, among the moss. His senses periodically survey his surroundings for anything that isn't his molars grinding forage, his calm exhale or, the harmony of the Forest.
His first steps falter as the ground gives way beneath him. Jesper feels the need for haste and, presses on. His bounds turn into a full strided run. The fox-shifter can not be sure where is safe though, he doesn't waste time looking around. His ciel blue eyes focus on the immediate ground ahead of him. It is quivering and shaking though, for now, it seems intact. He heads towards the coast and, upon reaching it, the ash-hued canine morphs into his coal black equine bod. Jesper wastes no time and dives into the angry waters. His equine limbs are stronger than that of his fox form. They cut through the stormy sea and propel him through.
He charts a course to the mainland. Whatever angered Beqanna enough to sequester his safe-haven, was unknown to Jesper. He deduces that the safest place now would be a common land. He didn't wish to discover what the aftermath holds and so, he continues to pump his legs until the familiar treeline of the Forest comes into view. That swim was, by far, the longest one he had ever voluntarily completed. When his tired limbs clamber onto solid ground again, Jesper finds that he needs to stand a few moments in order to recalibrate his balance, and his breath. Thank Goodness for adrenaline to get me through the rough waters. And, warmer temperatures towards the end, the male though to himself.
From this spot, at the edge of the Forest, the scene is very familiar. This brings comfort to the black stallion since his aquamarine gaze did not recognize any of the adjacent lands. The Forest was a refuge for him as a young adult and thus, will always be his preferred common spot. With his respiratory rate back to normal, Jesper wills his fatigued muscles to go back to work. He pushes himself between two Elm trunks and, winds through the maze of poplars, birches, elms and spruces. His nares find comfort in the dank smell that overpowers his olfactories. While picking his way over the leaves, tree roots and rocks, Jesper takes time to pause and snack upon the sporadic patches of grass, among the moss. His senses periodically survey his surroundings for anything that isn't his molars grinding forage, his calm exhale or, the harmony of the Forest.