09-04-2017, 11:17 AM
Two sets of very feline heads turn towards the clatter of hooves amongst sand and rock and the pair of panthers watch as the blue-tipped stallion stumbles in surprise at finding them - panthers, and not foals. In tandem, their heads tip sideways as they stare dumbfounded at the broad blue wings that are flared defensively then settle in haphazardly against his back. A single thought seems to be shared between their brains - is he stuck in between? Though neither of them is telepathic. It just happens that twins sometimes think the same things at the same time as their eyes slide to one another then back to the half-horse half-bird thing.
Iron was still grumpy that Wine had bested him not once but twice in panther form as she ceased to clean her claws now that the bird-stallion had come upon them. “She did,” he growls through pouting lips. Neither of them realizing that they should change back since this is the first adult to catch them like this in their secret shape - a thing they’ve kept from their own parents, though each of them suspects mother and father know something is different about them. Two foals cannot come home to loving nips and kisses and not think the scratches from cat’s paws and bites from non-equine teeth would go unnoticed.
Wine smirks; “He’s just mad because for once, I beat him and twice in the same day!” There is a note of genuine happiness in her growly voice as she avoids the sudden swipe of her brother’s paw by dodging out of the way in a nimble leap. “See? He doesn’t like it when a girl wins.” she crows through happy teasing laughter that shakes her whole body and shakes it right back into the shape of a black overo filly. Iron follows suit, shifting much quicker now and more smoothly than Wine did, and he’s a bay overo colt though his pattern is that of flames instead of a more natural paint pattern.
“So what are you mister?” Iron asks, ignoring his sister who sticks her tongue out at him as each of them begins to circle the stallion, curious about his wings which seem to be the only bird-like part of him. “Are you half-bird somehow or just stuck like that?” Wine pipes up, since neither have seen a horse with wings. It’s not that they’re sheltered which is possible, given all the time they spend with their parents in the cavern by the sea or out by the sea itself as just the two of them, content to spar with one another in either shape and giving little thought to much else like the whole big world that waits beyond.
Iron was still grumpy that Wine had bested him not once but twice in panther form as she ceased to clean her claws now that the bird-stallion had come upon them. “She did,” he growls through pouting lips. Neither of them realizing that they should change back since this is the first adult to catch them like this in their secret shape - a thing they’ve kept from their own parents, though each of them suspects mother and father know something is different about them. Two foals cannot come home to loving nips and kisses and not think the scratches from cat’s paws and bites from non-equine teeth would go unnoticed.
Wine smirks; “He’s just mad because for once, I beat him and twice in the same day!” There is a note of genuine happiness in her growly voice as she avoids the sudden swipe of her brother’s paw by dodging out of the way in a nimble leap. “See? He doesn’t like it when a girl wins.” she crows through happy teasing laughter that shakes her whole body and shakes it right back into the shape of a black overo filly. Iron follows suit, shifting much quicker now and more smoothly than Wine did, and he’s a bay overo colt though his pattern is that of flames instead of a more natural paint pattern.
“So what are you mister?” Iron asks, ignoring his sister who sticks her tongue out at him as each of them begins to circle the stallion, curious about his wings which seem to be the only bird-like part of him. “Are you half-bird somehow or just stuck like that?” Wine pipes up, since neither have seen a horse with wings. It’s not that they’re sheltered which is possible, given all the time they spend with their parents in the cavern by the sea or out by the sea itself as just the two of them, content to spar with one another in either shape and giving little thought to much else like the whole big world that waits beyond.
ooc: they have no tact! lol <3