when you speak dreams and reality collide
She explores the Taiga as a fox - the second form she’d ever learned.
She feels so much more connected as a beast - while her sight is comparable in this form, both her hearing and sense of smell are enhanced, and the forest fairly hums with life around her. She can hear a mouse squeaking in the underbrush several yards away, can smell a rabbit hiding in the brambles, can smell … oh …
A strange scent gives her pause, and she freezes midstep, dark paw held delicately above the snow. The new scent is thick and musky, and there’s something about it that seems strangely familiar …
It takes her a moment to place it, but after a moment she figures it out. It’s the wolf - the wolf from the kingdom meeting!
Interest peaked, she works her way through the bushes, slipping through spaces in the underbrush until she comes upon a clearing in the trees. There stands the vibrantly coloured mare from the meeting, the one that had shifted from a wolf.
She stops for a moment, just staring. She’s loathe to initiate a meeting, but this mare is another shifter, perhaps she could teach her something. She steps out of the foliage, hesitates for a moment, then shifts.
Up she sprouts, until the little red fox is replaced by a slightly wild looking young mare. She eyes the green and blue stranger uneasily for a moment, wings tucked protectively at her sides, until finally one word slips from her mouth. “Terra.” She’s really far better at this conversation thing with her own family.
She feels so much more connected as a beast - while her sight is comparable in this form, both her hearing and sense of smell are enhanced, and the forest fairly hums with life around her. She can hear a mouse squeaking in the underbrush several yards away, can smell a rabbit hiding in the brambles, can smell … oh …
A strange scent gives her pause, and she freezes midstep, dark paw held delicately above the snow. The new scent is thick and musky, and there’s something about it that seems strangely familiar …
It takes her a moment to place it, but after a moment she figures it out. It’s the wolf - the wolf from the kingdom meeting!
Interest peaked, she works her way through the bushes, slipping through spaces in the underbrush until she comes upon a clearing in the trees. There stands the vibrantly coloured mare from the meeting, the one that had shifted from a wolf.
She stops for a moment, just staring. She’s loathe to initiate a meeting, but this mare is another shifter, perhaps she could teach her something. She steps out of the foliage, hesitates for a moment, then shifts.
Up she sprouts, until the little red fox is replaced by a slightly wild looking young mare. She eyes the green and blue stranger uneasily for a moment, wings tucked protectively at her sides, until finally one word slips from her mouth. “Terra.” She’s really far better at this conversation thing with her own family.
TERRA
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Bah I need to get back in the groove with her