01-24-2017, 11:20 PM
Ignorance is bliss, they say, but Circinae can’t really be sure if the look that’s settled on the sleeping mare’s face is one of ignorance, or one of total bliss. Deep in her slumber, the spotted creature seems happily unawares of Circy - which is a good thing, because in the night something dreadful had happened. The green-and-navy mare had been fitfully resting when a noise had disturbed her, something small and nocturnal, truly insignificant, but that’s all it had taken for her eyes to snap wide open and her spine to bow, body bending inwards on itself until it shrunk and took new form.
Just like that, Circinae had her wolf shifting back. The furry little creature that had mistakenly aroused her hadn’t lasted much longer, but the night had; in the twilight hours before dawn she found herself still trotting around the woods on four paws instead of hooves, covered in thick, coarse, mahogany brown hair that bled to tawny around her nose and legs. Then she’d come across this horse.
A low whine from the brown wolf broke the silence. Circy so badly wanted to talk, but the action was null in her mouth. Instead, she plopped regretfully onto her belly and pulled her ears close to her head, stretching out her forepaws to let her nails scratch softly at the dirt like some overgrown puppy. Satisfied, the she-wolf barked, letting the noise fill the trees while she waited for the stranger to rouse and pay her the attention owed.
Just like that, Circinae had her wolf shifting back. The furry little creature that had mistakenly aroused her hadn’t lasted much longer, but the night had; in the twilight hours before dawn she found herself still trotting around the woods on four paws instead of hooves, covered in thick, coarse, mahogany brown hair that bled to tawny around her nose and legs. Then she’d come across this horse.
A low whine from the brown wolf broke the silence. Circy so badly wanted to talk, but the action was null in her mouth. Instead, she plopped regretfully onto her belly and pulled her ears close to her head, stretching out her forepaws to let her nails scratch softly at the dirt like some overgrown puppy. Satisfied, the she-wolf barked, letting the noise fill the trees while she waited for the stranger to rouse and pay her the attention owed.
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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