let my shadows prove the sunshine
Svedka hardly finds the time to allow himself to become offended; he is often too busy being the social butterfly that he naturally is, too preoccupied with making everyone his best friend to even consider that their comments were meant to harm or maim him. He did not find it naive but simply the way he is - his heart is too big for this world.
She grins and Svedka feels a delectable shiver journey down his spine, the flick of his tail more catlike than equine as it slashes at his ivory ankles. She is not afraid - there is no hesitancy or second-guessing when she invites him closer - and the stallion, despite all his fear and anxiety with his own inner turmoil, feels as though perhaps there is a chance that he could become like her; a true lioness, comfortable and powerful within her second skin. Svedka snorts softly, stepping yet again closer, feeling the bars of his prison bending with the press of the cougar, begging for release.
And so, with one deep exhale, Svedka complies. The cerulean eyes - bright and wild (and a little bit fearful) - click to that of the deep black of the lion.
The energy in his shift is synonymous and graceful for one that claims there is such turmoil between the two. As stallion falls away and the mountain lion takes his place, Svedka leaps onto the boulder beside Vastra, a dull and happy purr contentedly thrumming in his throat. The lion - larger than the female that lounges beside him - thumps heavily onto the warm rock, his dark and nearly black pupils watching her intently. A little chirp leaves the white of his muzzle, the expressiveness of his dark brows and black-lined eyes making him almost look inquisitive and curious.
He basks in the sun with a rather gentlemanly demeanor, as if he had heard all of the talk Svedka had told her and was desperate to prove him absolutely wrong.
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@[Vastra]