Their trek is tedious and much too long for the liking of the angelic faced mare, her legs had tired miles ago but instead of bitching about it in her usual selfish way, Vyx simply simpers and continues on. The iron-grey mare that led the way hadn’t seemed like the type to indulge her during one of her bratty fits anyway. Lagertha hadn’t exactly romanced her to the Jungle but she did provoke a mischievous interest – something about her tugged at Vyx’s devious side and beckoned her to her home. It’s not like she had shit else better to do anyway, the Meadow was a fucking right bore.
Vyx was usually careful to wield each mask she wore quite carefully but as they reached the edge of the Jungle, she can do little to stop the wide-eyed gleaming and pursed mouth of excitement that graces her face. She had never traveled so far, the bright green fronds and flamboyant birds were as alien to her as the Tundra’s wall of ice would have been. “It’s beautiful here,” she coos, so softly it would be only to herself unless Lagertha was listening particularly well. “So how important are you here, you look fucking important,” she says, eyeing the armor plating the mare wore, she begins to wonder what it would feel like against her own skin before a whooping monkey comes to scare the living shit out of her.
A cobalt blue tipped mane slaps against her slender back legs before sprouting long black hairs, her hooves became paws but her green eyes were still wide with curiosity tinged fright, only now they stared out from the face of a sleek black fox instead of a sleek black mare. Vyx was still quite young and unable to fully control her shifting during bouts of fluctuating emotions – distress, excitement, they all triggered a subconscious shift into her secondary form. For now, as with all things – they take time to adjust and be mastered. “What was that?” The black fox says with a shimmy of her body, reaching with slender legs and toes outstretched, “because I don’t like it, or whatever the fuck kind of horrific noises its making,” she grumbles behind two rows of gleaming, pointed teeth. She would definitely make it a point to find whatever it was and eat it to death.
Vyx was usually careful to wield each mask she wore quite carefully but as they reached the edge of the Jungle, she can do little to stop the wide-eyed gleaming and pursed mouth of excitement that graces her face. She had never traveled so far, the bright green fronds and flamboyant birds were as alien to her as the Tundra’s wall of ice would have been. “It’s beautiful here,” she coos, so softly it would be only to herself unless Lagertha was listening particularly well. “So how important are you here, you look fucking important,” she says, eyeing the armor plating the mare wore, she begins to wonder what it would feel like against her own skin before a whooping monkey comes to scare the living shit out of her.
A cobalt blue tipped mane slaps against her slender back legs before sprouting long black hairs, her hooves became paws but her green eyes were still wide with curiosity tinged fright, only now they stared out from the face of a sleek black fox instead of a sleek black mare. Vyx was still quite young and unable to fully control her shifting during bouts of fluctuating emotions – distress, excitement, they all triggered a subconscious shift into her secondary form. For now, as with all things – they take time to adjust and be mastered. “What was that?” The black fox says with a shimmy of her body, reaching with slender legs and toes outstretched, “because I don’t like it, or whatever the fuck kind of horrific noises its making,” she grumbles behind two rows of gleaming, pointed teeth. She would definitely make it a point to find whatever it was and eat it to death.