Jesper
02-13-2020, 07:47 AM
Of course, Jesper is always open to helping a brother. Leilan's request seems straight forward enough: Help Beryl shift back. The fox-shifter recalls his first few shifts. They were completely primal. He needed to shift - to survive. There was no known trigger or, control. It took time but he figured out what it would take to will his body to change forms. Now, the shift is seamless; as if he is shedding one layer to reveal the one underneath.
He offers his scaly brother an eager nod to indicate that he will happily follow. He could easily shift into canine form; however, Beryl is his family. She may not take too kindly to a stranger tracking her down. So, Jesper marches willingly along behind the ruggedly built stallion. He chooses his equine form to seek the lioness in. One, because he wanted to prove that he could shift in and out of this body. And two, he felt an arctic fox may seem a bit too tempting as a snack for the big cat. His ebony pelt appears a bit dishelved as clumps of thicker fur hang on in awkward patches. He makes a mental note to sidle against a tree trunk later on. Aquamarine gaze follows Leilan carefully as he picks his way across the thawing tundra. Bronze-tipped lobes scan all around the pair, listening for any signs that they are not alone. He remains silent, sensing that Beryl may feel insecure and uncomfortable in her current form. Jesper is perfectly happy to take a backseat and, chime in when called upon.
@[Leilan] @[Beryl]
He offers his scaly brother an eager nod to indicate that he will happily follow. He could easily shift into canine form; however, Beryl is his family. She may not take too kindly to a stranger tracking her down. So, Jesper marches willingly along behind the ruggedly built stallion. He chooses his equine form to seek the lioness in. One, because he wanted to prove that he could shift in and out of this body. And two, he felt an arctic fox may seem a bit too tempting as a snack for the big cat. His ebony pelt appears a bit dishelved as clumps of thicker fur hang on in awkward patches. He makes a mental note to sidle against a tree trunk later on. Aquamarine gaze follows Leilan carefully as he picks his way across the thawing tundra. Bronze-tipped lobes scan all around the pair, listening for any signs that they are not alone. He remains silent, sensing that Beryl may feel insecure and uncomfortable in her current form. Jesper is perfectly happy to take a backseat and, chime in when called upon.
@[Leilan] @[Beryl]