Spirit Wolf [Any]

[Cyrus]

His appearance into this world is sudden.  One day he is someplace warm and the next is a bit colder.  Soon though he warms as the thick layers of his bristled coat dries.  The mix of purples ticked with hues of orange is stunning.  His amethyst eyes look to his mother who is a completely different type of creature.  Tall. Lean.  Flesh hanging from her bones.  He is confused on why she looks the way she does.  Not just because of the meat that hangs from her frame, but why he has toes with claws.  Lengthy fur and fluffy tail.  He questions everything.  Seeks knowledge.  

Looking to her face he wonders and she answers with a whisper.  You are a wolf shifter Cyrus. The words don't leave her lips but he has heard them all the same.  Drawing his gaze from her face he looks to the land around him.  The towering length of trees rising to the heavens.  A misty haze lingering under the confines of the pine forests canopy. All was calm.

He stands upon padded paws looking around.  His mother begins to walk thru the mists but they do not bend for her.  It's as if they are of the same material.  With a tilt of his head he watches before following.  His stride dwarfed by hers.  Trotting along to keep pace he hears rustling in the trees.  Barking of squirrels rings throughout the canopy.  He looks up to see their miniature bodies jumping from branch to branch.  Unaware that their call is a warning to the others of the predator lurking below.  

Where are we going Mother? He questions.  His tongue visible from his panting jawline...

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[Cassady] I'm playing this as his mom is in her ghost shifted form and he is speaking to her using his ghost whispering.  He's also in his wolf form so if any wolf shifters want to happen along him that would be fun . Of course Devin is more than welcome to bring Cassady out of the closet- if you have time and muse

[Cassady]

you and I both know, the ghost is me

She hadn't really planned on another foal, but sometimes things happen like that - catch you by surprise. So anyway she'd suffered through the long days and nights of being fat and bloated and uncomfortable, and she had discovered that shifting meant she didn't actually experience any of those things. The physical ailments - including the near-constant irritation of her peeling skin and flesh -
are nothing when she is in ghost form. She simply hadn't been able to reach the ghost form when she was pregnant with Puce, and so her first son had borne the weight of his mother's poor feelings about pregnancy. Cassie hadn't been a bad mother, not even as bad a mother as her own, but she hadn't been a stellar parent either. She was determined to try harder this time around.

It helped that he was more like her, from the start. He was not entirely of this world, either. Not a child conceived in the middle of some sort of demonic quest through time and space like Cassie, but not as depressingly unlike her as Puce had been. Her first son had inherited only her worst trait - the rotting flesh, the constant appearance of a creature half-decomposed - and the little purple mare had never know how to prepare him for the world. God, she'd tried, but how do you explain to a child that most will never get past the ugly surface? Cyrus was beautiful - purple with just a dusting of orange, and special. He couldn't walk amongst the spirits but he could see them, talk to them; he didn't half wonder if she was insane like Puce had when her powers returned. He could shift, too, though he took the form of a canine. Now, he was fluffy and cuddly.

Someday, he would be fierce.

They travel together, he tumbling alongside on soft paws and her soundless in her ghost form. A question brings her attention back down, and she smiles at the boy. 'We're looking for a home,' she answers him, running the softest of touches down his back. He will feel it because she wants him to, but it is too light for a corporeal touch, more like something most would brush off as a feeling or a breeze. 'I'm hoping this place, Taiga, might suit us.'There'd been the slightest of rumors, through the ghost network, of other wolves here. Maybe not Cyrus' father (she hoped - she'd intended that to be a one-time encounter) but others.

'Do you like it so far?'

cassady

[Cyrus]

Trotting along the pine needles crunch even under his soft, almost weightless body.  Coned ears flicker back and forth to all the distinct sounds around them.  Though still the forest held secrets behind each tree.  He notices some lay along the ground.  Almost more than what remained towering above them.  He can't help but look about even as his mother now speaks of their home.  Taiga was it's name and she inquires on his thoughts.  I like it, he offers enthusiastically.  A lope now finding his limbs.  

There was so much to hear and see but he finds his leathery nose trailing along the ground.  The smells here filled his curious mind with wonder.  The musty scent of decomposing vegatation, a refreshing hint of water vapor caught in the breeze-less air.  Then there was a smell that caused him to stop.  Sniffing for it's direction before turning off the path they had been set on.  Mother, what's that smell?  Unaware that she probably couldn't make out the faint hint of sweetness near.

Following his nose the scent brings him under a fallen tree.  He claws at the ground to make a space large enough for him to slip through.  Burying his head into the hole he finds the source.  A fallen bee hive, abandoned but filled with a sugary liquid.  Gripping it gently he pulls it to the other side of the redwood corpse.  Eagerly his claws rip into the paper like comb.  Exposing the golden honey tucked inside.  A bit gets stuck on his dark purple nose.  Licking it off then devouring his fill of the nectar.  Want some mom? It's good!

C Y R U S

The Spirit Wolf

@[Cassady]