11-02-2019, 08:38 PM
It observes her silently. Every flicker of its tongue tastes her, tastes the air, tastes the curiosity propelling her closer. So easily could it slip away into the tree’s height, lose the feline, and find a meal within the branches, but it remains steadfast. As she looms nearer, its head begins to lift. A blink, then two.
A paw creeps like a storm cloud, and it hisses instinctively at her, baring fangs that desperately want to sink venom into her veins – to force suffering throughout her entire body. How foolish it had been to coil around the tree with only a short length of its body poised to lunge. It tries, nonetheless, with another hiss, but it snaps the air instead of her as another warning. Let her try again, it muses, as its eyes gleam sinfully under the dappled shadows.
But then there is someone – something – else approaching, and Nathaire immediately unwinds itself from the scabbed tree trunk, taking advantage of the distraction to coil together and listen. A serpent, the monster states, and Nathaire finally puts a word to what it is. Then, shifter.
It hisses quietly to the cat (that is what the man called her), regarding her again before its body contorts to mirror Nodens. Scales, a lion’s tail, a wolf’s head… a grotesque creature. ”A shifter,” it echoes, ”of a kind…” Like a curious bird, its head tilts, regarding the two of them with uncertainty. ”Nathaire. I am Nathaire.” It tastes its name for the first time, furrowing its brows in unfamiliarity.
@[Nodens] @[Serabi]
A paw creeps like a storm cloud, and it hisses instinctively at her, baring fangs that desperately want to sink venom into her veins – to force suffering throughout her entire body. How foolish it had been to coil around the tree with only a short length of its body poised to lunge. It tries, nonetheless, with another hiss, but it snaps the air instead of her as another warning. Let her try again, it muses, as its eyes gleam sinfully under the dappled shadows.
But then there is someone – something – else approaching, and Nathaire immediately unwinds itself from the scabbed tree trunk, taking advantage of the distraction to coil together and listen. A serpent, the monster states, and Nathaire finally puts a word to what it is. Then, shifter.
It hisses quietly to the cat (that is what the man called her), regarding her again before its body contorts to mirror Nodens. Scales, a lion’s tail, a wolf’s head… a grotesque creature. ”A shifter,” it echoes, ”of a kind…” Like a curious bird, its head tilts, regarding the two of them with uncertainty. ”Nathaire. I am Nathaire.” It tastes its name for the first time, furrowing its brows in unfamiliarity.
@[Nodens] @[Serabi]