03-13-2017, 02:59 PM
“Water … as a means of transporation?” She ponders, struggling to try and make sense of what Reagan was telling her. Riddles were never her strong suit, but this doesn’t seem like a riddle. Only an answer that Circinae has yet to fully understand. The off-colored mare accepts that she’ll need patience, time, and perhaps another visit to the mountain before she can turn her leader’s words into something tangible. But the shifter has never been one to shy from a challenge, so she smiles with satisfaction and tips an ear to listen as the grey answers her daughter’s question. “Learn from those who do it best?” She echoes inwardly, the slender, grey wolf of her childhood ravaging her memories for a brief moment. The thought scares her.
She eases forward while Reagan shifts, head tilting softly as she sees the white wolf for the first time. Her eyes dart back to where Terra waits, body stilling as she contemplates what she is about to tell the girl. The moment passes and she opens her mouth to spill, “I can show you what it looks like, but for you to know it, you’d have to understand the way the shape fits. Over bone, with sinew, muscle and fat in all of the appropriate places. This, I cannot teach you.” the words fall heavily. A devious smile rounds her mouth, one eye narrowing as she considers the girl again.
“But I know someone who can.” She offers, turning away to nod once in affirmation of the hunt. Yes … slipping skins sounded especially wonderful right now. “His name is Wyrm, rumor has it he wanders the forest.” She muses, shoulders rolling with the casual vagueness of it all. It had been decades since she’d even uttered that name out loud and it still gave her chills. Her tail, once thick and midnight blue, shortens and fades to brown. Her head turns, curves at the neck to peer back at Terra, before she finishes with, “Tell him that you know me and he may decide not to try and kill you.”
That’s all she can give her, all she wants to give her while the pale she-wolf waits nearby. Her head turns northward again and then she’s wolf herself; slender, taupe, and eager for the hunt. Her shoulders hunch, tail sweeping low over the earth before she launches ahead, giving in to the needs of animal and instinct.
She eases forward while Reagan shifts, head tilting softly as she sees the white wolf for the first time. Her eyes dart back to where Terra waits, body stilling as she contemplates what she is about to tell the girl. The moment passes and she opens her mouth to spill, “I can show you what it looks like, but for you to know it, you’d have to understand the way the shape fits. Over bone, with sinew, muscle and fat in all of the appropriate places. This, I cannot teach you.” the words fall heavily. A devious smile rounds her mouth, one eye narrowing as she considers the girl again.
“But I know someone who can.” She offers, turning away to nod once in affirmation of the hunt. Yes … slipping skins sounded especially wonderful right now. “His name is Wyrm, rumor has it he wanders the forest.” She muses, shoulders rolling with the casual vagueness of it all. It had been decades since she’d even uttered that name out loud and it still gave her chills. Her tail, once thick and midnight blue, shortens and fades to brown. Her head turns, curves at the neck to peer back at Terra, before she finishes with, “Tell him that you know me and he may decide not to try and kill you.”
That’s all she can give her, all she wants to give her while the pale she-wolf waits nearby. Her head turns northward again and then she’s wolf herself; slender, taupe, and eager for the hunt. Her shoulders hunch, tail sweeping low over the earth before she launches ahead, giving in to the needs of animal and instinct.
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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