08-26-2019, 11:15 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The small white snake in the grass isn’t poisonous by far, and wouldn’t really have bothered anyone in his current mental state. He’s been dozing in the sun, lazily storing the autumn’s heat while a reptile still could. It’s not that he couldn’t change into something less dependent on outside heat; he just doesn’t care to, at the moment.
However, the winged mare’s shadow made him open his eyes, and, as his green orbs and his heat-sensing organs scan the horizon for others, he finds that the pegasus seems utterly alone.
Now, the Pampas has a way of seeming a little lonely and perhaps that’s why visitors land here so easily, much like himself at the time (though he had, repeatedly, offered a whinny for all to hear that he had arrived). Now, the shifter usually waited a bit to run up to a visitor, but he quickly decided that he would see this mare today. At the very least, she carried an Ischian smell and so far he favoured the women from that island, it seemed.
One could argue that he should move there, but for now, he’d rather intercept them here and show them the Pampas’ brilliance.
He shifted from his relatively small serpentine form into that of a warm-blooded hunter; a black leopard being as much out of place as he could imagine. But he needed the speed to catch up to her, and so he mewed and took off to see her.
However, the winged mare’s shadow made him open his eyes, and, as his green orbs and his heat-sensing organs scan the horizon for others, he finds that the pegasus seems utterly alone.
Now, the Pampas has a way of seeming a little lonely and perhaps that’s why visitors land here so easily, much like himself at the time (though he had, repeatedly, offered a whinny for all to hear that he had arrived). Now, the shifter usually waited a bit to run up to a visitor, but he quickly decided that he would see this mare today. At the very least, she carried an Ischian smell and so far he favoured the women from that island, it seemed.
One could argue that he should move there, but for now, he’d rather intercept them here and show them the Pampas’ brilliance.
He shifted from his relatively small serpentine form into that of a warm-blooded hunter; a black leopard being as much out of place as he could imagine. But he needed the speed to catch up to her, and so he mewed and took off to see her.
@[Carwyn] might be easier for timelines if she is pregnant? But I don’t really mind