08-26-2021, 04:26 PM
sickle
Sickle and her companion freeze in their game once they realize they are not alone. Even as nervous as she’s become, fear isn’t the strongest emotion she feels. The first one she sees is a stranger - a strange stranger, with elongated ears and bright red eyes. Unconsciously, the ocelot’s eyes turn into a red that matches, but before she can answer the question (something she has often wondered herself - not sure if she even is one of the horses she is surrounded by), her ears twitch at the sound of her name and her eyes return to their natural orange and blue as a smile breaks out.
“Oh, Sundari!” Sickle relaxes, calling out the name of her older cousin - one of the children of Wishbone’s brother Svedka. Someone she’s spent a great deal of time chasing and being chased by through this jungle as they practice their shifting along with Sundari’s twin and mother. And, for a while, Malik too. “Is this a friend of yours?” She gestures to the stallion, her curiosity easily overriding any sense of caution.
So focused is she on the pair that she jumps a little when a voice speaks behind her - but again her nerves are quick to settle because of the words spoken. A small bubble of laughter escapes her at the idea of there being multiple glowing ocelots like her running around in Tephra. Her eyes are shining, feeling at ease with these strangers - seeing proof of her family, the good part of it, standing amongst them soothes whatever worries there might have been. Everything seems to still when the one with the golden dapples mentions her brother, though, and Sickle’s orange and blue gaze widens.
Her shifting flickers with the rush of emotion that she feels - colours of the jungle shift across her coat and she goes from an ocelot to a fawn to a fox to a yearling filly in the time it takes to make a small, instinctual step towards the one who said her brother’s name. The words she manages to whisper are so filled with hope. “You found Malik?!”
“Oh, Sundari!” Sickle relaxes, calling out the name of her older cousin - one of the children of Wishbone’s brother Svedka. Someone she’s spent a great deal of time chasing and being chased by through this jungle as they practice their shifting along with Sundari’s twin and mother. And, for a while, Malik too. “Is this a friend of yours?” She gestures to the stallion, her curiosity easily overriding any sense of caution.
So focused is she on the pair that she jumps a little when a voice speaks behind her - but again her nerves are quick to settle because of the words spoken. A small bubble of laughter escapes her at the idea of there being multiple glowing ocelots like her running around in Tephra. Her eyes are shining, feeling at ease with these strangers - seeing proof of her family, the good part of it, standing amongst them soothes whatever worries there might have been. Everything seems to still when the one with the golden dapples mentions her brother, though, and Sickle’s orange and blue gaze widens.
Her shifting flickers with the rush of emotion that she feels - colours of the jungle shift across her coat and she goes from an ocelot to a fawn to a fox to a yearling filly in the time it takes to make a small, instinctual step towards the one who said her brother’s name. The words she manages to whisper are so filled with hope. “You found Malik?!”
this should (hopefully) be too late to be a block but I wanted to reply <3
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