03-03-2019, 09:41 PM
The feline ease in which Agave drops from the tree whispers quiet comfort to the pale lion: a familiarity he did not know exists comes to rest naturally between his shoulders. Perhaps she can teach him a thing or two about shifting, though she does not exactly exude the aura of one with complete control. Litotes can understand, and he does not want an understanding hand on his power anyway.
Leaves crunch beneath her paws as she slinks closer and closer. An amused smile lifts half of his mouth when he sees how small she is compared to him - maybe a bit taller than the bottom of his stomach. When she reaches to touch noses, he has to bend to her outstretched one, forcing himself to not laugh at their extreme size difference. He has seen differences in equines, but their countenances do not seem to range like a feline’s.
She states simply that she is a shifter - and, to his impressed surprise, that he does not smell like Loess. He thinks she has quite the nose on her - or worse, the sweet and fresh scent of Hyaline will forever stick to his skin.
“How very insightful,” the lion purrs, placing his stomach delicately to the ground to relax. He peers at the ocelot now just above his eyeline. “Litotes,” he offers next, testing the idea of divulging his once home. After another moment he admits, “Yes, I am from Hyaline.”
Litotes lifts his nose just a breathe away from her and plainly states, “You smell of no where.”
hi wow i'm sorry i didnt realize it had been so long since i replied : ( @[Agave]
Leaves crunch beneath her paws as she slinks closer and closer. An amused smile lifts half of his mouth when he sees how small she is compared to him - maybe a bit taller than the bottom of his stomach. When she reaches to touch noses, he has to bend to her outstretched one, forcing himself to not laugh at their extreme size difference. He has seen differences in equines, but their countenances do not seem to range like a feline’s.
She states simply that she is a shifter - and, to his impressed surprise, that he does not smell like Loess. He thinks she has quite the nose on her - or worse, the sweet and fresh scent of Hyaline will forever stick to his skin.
“How very insightful,” the lion purrs, placing his stomach delicately to the ground to relax. He peers at the ocelot now just above his eyeline. “Litotes,” he offers next, testing the idea of divulging his once home. After another moment he admits, “Yes, I am from Hyaline.”
Litotes lifts his nose just a breathe away from her and plainly states, “You smell of no where.”
hi wow i'm sorry i didnt realize it had been so long since i replied : ( @[Agave]
