The activities of the island were endless, the turtle of the Earth God a sight commonly seen ringed by various faces eager to appease whatever whims he cast out to them. Illynx was no different, having been watching the shelled creature since she had taken notice of an equine race of sorts barreling across the land, anxious to see if there would be a task set aside for those more worthy of his attentions than the flying or earth bound beasts that nature had allowed to be born.

Today seemed the day, the clearing around their pretty blue tent rather empty and a large collection of unicorns strolling off towards the base of one of the larger peaks that adorned the floating island’s face. Getting Rikyn’s attention and feeling Kyst settle in on her shoulders, the golden mare heads off towards the hubbub, her armor glinting in the light of the sun high overheard and her heart fluttering with anticipation for the challenge that was to come.

When she arrives, however, she is almost immediately turned back around by the spectacle; the turtle has just finished announcing something, urging each to step into a rectangular box that has been drawn into the grasses. Her eyes slip ahead to the rings, the same ones that had been present during the other race she’d spied, and when they return, she sees the magic that resides within the lines begin to take effect on the first to step in.

Her mouth drops open in shock and horror – her son giggles.

She can see him dash ahead to go join in alongside Aithniel as she enters the thing, a streak of pride managing itself into the pulse of her heart as she sees the hybrid honoring the more suitable aspect of herself. It was a race for unicorns, to be sure, but the girl did wear horns – and she could just have easily joined in with the sky filth in their game hosted by the turtle. That she had chosen this one spoke volumes of what resided in her heart and how her mind was beginning to put together the ways in which she could truly be a part of their herd and the revolution that brewed within, and it made her almost glad to have spared the child in that instant.

It also encourages her to be bold and accept the idiotic form that the turtle imposes on them. She only hopes Kyst reacts with more grace than Kirchoff – who’s howling laughter makes her lips twitch into a smile despite her attempts to hold it back, especially once she sees the mass of fur that her stoic lover has become.

She feels the magic grasp her as soon as she’s across the barrier, a tingling sensation that rises through her flesh and sends it shrinking all while her coat grows long and her mane and tail are seemingly sucked back into her to feed the length added to her sleek, velveteen exterior. With horror, she watches her graceful, muscled legs become stubby and knobbed, the gold shrinking back to tinge only the highlights of her dark brown body. Her horn pulses with something like the remembrance of pain and she suddenly feels a weight grow from her brow, sensing that she now has two horns rather than one – and they are quite a bit less tactful than her golden spiral.

"Be—be-behhh?!" she stammers once it seems to have finished its work, her legs splayed and terror making her sides heave and her heart pulse two hundred times faster than it should.

Or maybe it’s because she’s so much smaller.

Looking around her through goat eyes, she remembers that there is a race at foot and manages to sop up what is left of her tattered and bleeding pride, turning towards the golden rings they will make a mad dash for with a rather insidious expression on her goat face. Kyst is still on her shoulders, attempting to stifle kitty snickers at the level of shock emanating from the ludicrous golden and brown goat standing among the fallen folds of her now well oversized platinum armor.

She will give the Lord Earth a piece of her mind, if she ever sees him after this. It was simply… disgusting. She stank of musk and Ulrik… oh Gods. Ulrik had never smelled worse in all her years of knowing him, she takes note of as she steps out of the pile her armor as made.

But the trill to begin is sounded, and at what should have been her lightning fast gallop she toddles out at Booted Goat speed and Kyst takes to the skies to fly overhead, the once-unicorn bounding and leaping much like a deer. The motions take her by surprise and she is wide eyed and full of wonder as she bounds towards the mountain ahead, smelling the sparks of Aithniel’s fire and seeing the effects of other magic taking hold around her, some simply relying on savagery to best their opponents with teeth snapping and hooves ready to kick out unwary knees.

She does her best to avoid them all, making ungainly goat leaps over obstacles and being of much like mind to her mate – though she cannot see him or hear his thoughts. She’ll wait to use her magic until later in the game, when it seems it may give her some opportunity.


[ OOC: Illynx is now a Stiefelgeiss or Booted Goat. xD She has HUGE horns and is tiny. I laugh forever now. link ]

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