03-23-2024, 02:33 PM
The mare smiles shyly, telling him she is new to life, or rather, to this form. The form of a horse, he wonders? What else might she have been? Ruhr is no stranger to shifting; he’d been born with the gift himself. The Moon had stripped him of it, a fitting punishment for his future crime, but the justice of it does not lesson the quiet longing for his other form.
Her shyness turns to confusion and Rhuhr watches with a frown, furrowing his feathered brow as she closes her eyes. Demi seems flustered, and he wonders if perhaps she’d prefer to be left alone.
But the Moon had shown them meeting, and surely She would not want him to give up so quickly. As he decides this, her eyes open and the confusion from moments earlier, has been replaced with a bright and infectious excitement. Ruhr’s sky-colored eyes (now darkening with the coming dusk) meet hers, widening with expectation and paired with a small smile at her proclamation that she’ll show him what she means.
The creature she becomes is one that Ruhr knows well, and his warrior’s eye immediately finds the beak and claws appealing. Is she the type to use them? he wonders, weighing his options as he watches her circle overhead with genuine admiration on his handsome face.
She lands with ease, and remains delighted with her transformation. Demi shares that she is a shifter of many shapes, especially blessed by the Moon in her gifts. She is special, Ruhr realizes.
Special like the dark lady of the Chamber had been, before the shadows and the ravens had spirited her away. This is why he’d seen Demi in his vision, that is why the Moon had shown her to him. With a smile that is no small part relieved, Ruhr answers honestly:
“That was incredible. I know a lot of shifters, but few who could master the hippogriff like that.” He pauses, hesitating just for a moment before adding: “I’m guessing that one was a new form for you too? Do you have others?”
Ruhr is certain that he knows the answer. The Moon had shown him Demi as a way to guide him toward one of Her favorites. She is forever granting him opportunities to redeem himself, and this time is no different.
@Demi
Her shyness turns to confusion and Rhuhr watches with a frown, furrowing his feathered brow as she closes her eyes. Demi seems flustered, and he wonders if perhaps she’d prefer to be left alone.
But the Moon had shown them meeting, and surely She would not want him to give up so quickly. As he decides this, her eyes open and the confusion from moments earlier, has been replaced with a bright and infectious excitement. Ruhr’s sky-colored eyes (now darkening with the coming dusk) meet hers, widening with expectation and paired with a small smile at her proclamation that she’ll show him what she means.
The creature she becomes is one that Ruhr knows well, and his warrior’s eye immediately finds the beak and claws appealing. Is she the type to use them? he wonders, weighing his options as he watches her circle overhead with genuine admiration on his handsome face.
She lands with ease, and remains delighted with her transformation. Demi shares that she is a shifter of many shapes, especially blessed by the Moon in her gifts. She is special, Ruhr realizes.
Special like the dark lady of the Chamber had been, before the shadows and the ravens had spirited her away. This is why he’d seen Demi in his vision, that is why the Moon had shown her to him. With a smile that is no small part relieved, Ruhr answers honestly:
“That was incredible. I know a lot of shifters, but few who could master the hippogriff like that.” He pauses, hesitating just for a moment before adding: “I’m guessing that one was a new form for you too? Do you have others?”
Ruhr is certain that he knows the answer. The Moon had shown him Demi as a way to guide him toward one of Her favorites. She is forever granting him opportunities to redeem himself, and this time is no different.
@Demi