Jesper
04-15-2018, 05:01 PM
Soft smile pulls at labrums when light blue gaze recognizes the familiar physique of his sister joining him on the River’s bank. Lips pucker to draw in more of the refreshing liquid as Deiti moves into the flowing fluid. Jesper watches casually as she willingly accepts the water’s embrace. Surely, she felt as sticky with sweat as he did and, the coolness brings relief. Raven stallion continues to sip from the large stream until her shrill scream startles him alert. Poll lifts abruptly with lobes fixated upon her. Her outburst lures icy blue gaze to dart to her hooves. Two in the front, good. As focus settles upon where her back hooves should be, Jesper notes that a wide fan – a fin – sways at the end of a thick trunk from where long tresses should cascade.
Nostril flare and crest arches as cardiac rate increases with excitement. Thoughts begin to race as fast as heart is pounding within his thorax. Was this magic inside her already? Or, is this water responsible? For a fleeting moment, the latter thought causes Jesper to pick up a fore hoof as if to high-tail it back onto dry land. However, he collects himself and, instead, steps forward to reassuringly nudge her shoulder. “Deiti, nothing has you… The thing is – you.” All of a sudden, own chassis must brace against his sister’s mass, now leaning heavily against his own. Whiskered muzzle extends to nudge her nape again; however, she is limp. “Deiti? Deiti!”
Right front leg splays out to the right, away from torso, in order to support the added weight. Rump sinks into the shallow water until Jesper assumes a sit, much like a canine. Own nape melds with hers and, with all of his strength, left and right forelegs attempt to find anchor in the River’s bottom. Jesper pushes back into the smaller form of his sister to move her to the left and, back to the shore. Finely chiseled cranium extends to help prop up her delicate head to keep it above water. With all of his might, ebony steed pushes until her front hooves are nearly out of the water. Though, both of their hind ends remain submerged. Jesper decides to allow Deiti’s head to slowly lower to the warm grasses of the River bank. Once she is lying lateral, weight shifts onto own forelimbs and, hindlimbs spring croup back up to wither height. He finds traction with all four hooves though, hind pair are careful not to stand upon her new, delicate appendage.
Jesper then steps around his sibling until he is back on the shore. Protectively, male hovers over her unconscious form with his muzzle just above her right shoulder. Aquamarine gaze continuously checks to ensure that her ribcage expands and contracts and, that her nostrils flutter with expelled air. Warm breaths exhale into her sable tresses and sleek canvas while he awaits for her to awaken. Though her transformation is as much a mystery to him as it seemed to be for her, his only concern was that she would be by his side when they reached Ischia. Yes, the island seems the best place right now. It stands isolated from all of the evil invading Beqanna and, as he had said to Sabra - he would not put anything above family.
@[Deiti]
Nostril flare and crest arches as cardiac rate increases with excitement. Thoughts begin to race as fast as heart is pounding within his thorax. Was this magic inside her already? Or, is this water responsible? For a fleeting moment, the latter thought causes Jesper to pick up a fore hoof as if to high-tail it back onto dry land. However, he collects himself and, instead, steps forward to reassuringly nudge her shoulder. “Deiti, nothing has you… The thing is – you.” All of a sudden, own chassis must brace against his sister’s mass, now leaning heavily against his own. Whiskered muzzle extends to nudge her nape again; however, she is limp. “Deiti? Deiti!”
Right front leg splays out to the right, away from torso, in order to support the added weight. Rump sinks into the shallow water until Jesper assumes a sit, much like a canine. Own nape melds with hers and, with all of his strength, left and right forelegs attempt to find anchor in the River’s bottom. Jesper pushes back into the smaller form of his sister to move her to the left and, back to the shore. Finely chiseled cranium extends to help prop up her delicate head to keep it above water. With all of his might, ebony steed pushes until her front hooves are nearly out of the water. Though, both of their hind ends remain submerged. Jesper decides to allow Deiti’s head to slowly lower to the warm grasses of the River bank. Once she is lying lateral, weight shifts onto own forelimbs and, hindlimbs spring croup back up to wither height. He finds traction with all four hooves though, hind pair are careful not to stand upon her new, delicate appendage.
Jesper then steps around his sibling until he is back on the shore. Protectively, male hovers over her unconscious form with his muzzle just above her right shoulder. Aquamarine gaze continuously checks to ensure that her ribcage expands and contracts and, that her nostrils flutter with expelled air. Warm breaths exhale into her sable tresses and sleek canvas while he awaits for her to awaken. Though her transformation is as much a mystery to him as it seemed to be for her, his only concern was that she would be by his side when they reached Ischia. Yes, the island seems the best place right now. It stands isolated from all of the evil invading Beqanna and, as he had said to Sabra - he would not put anything above family.
@[Deiti]