02-20-2016, 07:15 PM
Another autumn. Zojja keeps to herself often - even with the passing of the years, she's yet to find company quite tolerable enough to stick around for very long - but this time of the year, when the summer greenery is giving way to red and golds, and the wind is beginning to find its teeth again, she is alone even moreso. Not that the wanderers of the field would necessarily like to see her alone. She is, after all, one more lone mare in a sea of mothers-to-be.
The ones that get too close, however, are very quick to discover that the autumn wind is not alone in its unexpected bite.
Zojja has had time to better toy with the unusual abilities her mother handed down to her - even more than Porrim has, she believes - and prefers to alter her physical self over assuming the form of something else entirely. Leave Porrim to her animals, the greyed mare thinks, ever haughty. There are far better lessons to be taught in becoming something nightmarish (teeth jutting from all the wrong places; wicked talons; a scorpion's tail) than in simply becoming something predatory. She recalls seeing her mother warn off a stranger, charging at them as a grizzly. It had been utterly boring. Zojja's method is far more practical.
Still... shapeshifting has its merits.
The speckled mare is drifting through the tall grasses of the meadow, just at the edge of the forest (it's quieter here, she finds - most of the meadow's amorous locals tend to congregate nearer to the lake), when she sees him - a distant, pale green-and-teal figure, jewel-bright and stark against the dulling grass and browning leaves. Zojja scarcely has time to cock her head thoughtfully - Lupei, she's not forgotten him, he's as distinctive as anything - before the stallion simply shrinks to the ground, dulling in color as he goes. In a heartbeat he's gone from the flashy stallion she's familiar with to a black wolf, darting into the trees with nary a backward glance.
A rare smile quirks the corners of Zojja's mouth. Well, isn't that interesting.
She's unassuming, as a wolf - small, pale-eyed, and tawny. She lopes after the larger wolf - the only company she's actively sought in weeks, and another shifter, at that; she could get used to this - and follows unhurriedly until Lupei notices that he is being followed and rounds on her, at which point Zojja skitters to a halt several yards away. Her mouth falls open in a panting grin as her cream coat color leeches into a lupine mimicry of the stallion's green and teal coat. Do you remember me? she wonders, still grinning as the color fades into her original taupe - albeit, this time, with the dark points of her former dun, before the grey took over. Because I remember you.
OOC; So I took a huge liberty with placing Lupei in the setting myself - if you are not happy with the above idea, pleaaase let me know and I'll write a different scenario instead!
The ones that get too close, however, are very quick to discover that the autumn wind is not alone in its unexpected bite.
Zojja has had time to better toy with the unusual abilities her mother handed down to her - even more than Porrim has, she believes - and prefers to alter her physical self over assuming the form of something else entirely. Leave Porrim to her animals, the greyed mare thinks, ever haughty. There are far better lessons to be taught in becoming something nightmarish (teeth jutting from all the wrong places; wicked talons; a scorpion's tail) than in simply becoming something predatory. She recalls seeing her mother warn off a stranger, charging at them as a grizzly. It had been utterly boring. Zojja's method is far more practical.
Still... shapeshifting has its merits.
The speckled mare is drifting through the tall grasses of the meadow, just at the edge of the forest (it's quieter here, she finds - most of the meadow's amorous locals tend to congregate nearer to the lake), when she sees him - a distant, pale green-and-teal figure, jewel-bright and stark against the dulling grass and browning leaves. Zojja scarcely has time to cock her head thoughtfully - Lupei, she's not forgotten him, he's as distinctive as anything - before the stallion simply shrinks to the ground, dulling in color as he goes. In a heartbeat he's gone from the flashy stallion she's familiar with to a black wolf, darting into the trees with nary a backward glance.
A rare smile quirks the corners of Zojja's mouth. Well, isn't that interesting.
She's unassuming, as a wolf - small, pale-eyed, and tawny. She lopes after the larger wolf - the only company she's actively sought in weeks, and another shifter, at that; she could get used to this - and follows unhurriedly until Lupei notices that he is being followed and rounds on her, at which point Zojja skitters to a halt several yards away. Her mouth falls open in a panting grin as her cream coat color leeches into a lupine mimicry of the stallion's green and teal coat. Do you remember me? she wonders, still grinning as the color fades into her original taupe - albeit, this time, with the dark points of her former dun, before the grey took over. Because I remember you.
OOC; So I took a huge liberty with placing Lupei in the setting myself - if you are not happy with the above idea, pleaaase let me know and I'll write a different scenario instead!