12-13-2016, 07:52 PM
Ruan
He can nearly feel the panic as she tore through the forest. Sense it. Taste it. His eyes were immediately wide and alert, swiveling in the direction of her call. And then he was running, racing his way to her. There was no mind for stealth as he crashed through the brush like a maddened bull, throwing up needles and leaves in his wake. There was only urgency, sharp and cold.
Rhythmic thunder quaked the earth with his stride. He was changed recently; colder, harder. The soft wings at his side had been torn violently from him, replaced with delicately carved wings of ice. Cloudy white with a sheen of frost, they looked like frosted glass, and with magic, moved as fluidly and naturally as the feathered ones had. They lifted and dropped in sync with his gallop, propelling him forward.
"Mom! Dad!"
She called again, so near. He stormed to her as he drew closer, ignoring the odd scent coming off of her as he stood over her protectively with wings splayed wide like a shield, and sought out the threat. Trees, trees. Only their forest, frightened critters gone silent in terror. He searched a few moments longer, analyzing the scents through wide nostrils. A stranger's scent lingered on her below him. And.. bird?
Terra..? He carefully stepped to the side, studying her with concern. Strong talons replaced her little hooves, as though stuck halfway between shifting into some other creature. His muzzle lowered, and with a breath he calmly blew a loose raven-black feather from her coat. Whatever this was, she should have control over it, but her grip was lost in her flight.
You are safe. You are horse. Close your eyes and see it, he commanded gently. If he could get her to return to her familiar body, she could calm sooner and they would be able to sort this out. Reagan would be able to see what this magic was, and what sort of shifter she was. Because it very much looked as though she wished to be a Gryphon just then.
Rhythmic thunder quaked the earth with his stride. He was changed recently; colder, harder. The soft wings at his side had been torn violently from him, replaced with delicately carved wings of ice. Cloudy white with a sheen of frost, they looked like frosted glass, and with magic, moved as fluidly and naturally as the feathered ones had. They lifted and dropped in sync with his gallop, propelling him forward.
"Mom! Dad!"
She called again, so near. He stormed to her as he drew closer, ignoring the odd scent coming off of her as he stood over her protectively with wings splayed wide like a shield, and sought out the threat. Trees, trees. Only their forest, frightened critters gone silent in terror. He searched a few moments longer, analyzing the scents through wide nostrils. A stranger's scent lingered on her below him. And.. bird?
Terra..? He carefully stepped to the side, studying her with concern. Strong talons replaced her little hooves, as though stuck halfway between shifting into some other creature. His muzzle lowered, and with a breath he calmly blew a loose raven-black feather from her coat. Whatever this was, she should have control over it, but her grip was lost in her flight.
You are safe. You are horse. Close your eyes and see it, he commanded gently. If he could get her to return to her familiar body, she could calm sooner and they would be able to sort this out. Reagan would be able to see what this magic was, and what sort of shifter she was. Because it very much looked as though she wished to be a Gryphon just then.
