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04-23-2017, 02:30 PM
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Lucius ruffled his feathers, uncomfortable - but a little flattered - about Raven’s gaze on his marking. He was a royal zephyr, after all, and deep down thought every bird should consider him above them in some way. He peered down at the smaller bird, tilting his head in that strange way birds do, before taking off - calling out an invitation for the raven to join in. Lyra, noticing that Lucius had left his present unguarded, quickly scrambled over and placed hers next to Lucius’ before sitting on them both as though they were eggs.
They were hers now. Mesec wasn’t sure he had ever been called ‘badass’ before and he had to grin a little bit - it sounded like a compliment coming from the strange raven. He didn’t explain to her that although he might look impressive, this magic had come with a price. For over a year he had been plagued with the uncontrollable aspect - he hadn’t been able to simply shift in and out. And the price he had paid for control… Thankfully, Weaver shifted before him. Mesec couldn’t remember watching anyone go through a transformation before - though he knew that others in Helovia had the ability he had not ever actually watched it happen. She seemed to be in pain - a pain he knew well - and he wished there was something he could do to help her through it. But all he could do was wait - marvelling at the display of her magic, until she was a mare before him. With raven wings but white markings as well, and a crown of horns upon her head. A fellow hybrid, then. He had been just about to stand - maybe even to shift himself so they could be eye-to-eye - but then she lowered herself back to the ground and mimicked his pose and he laughed. Only, in this form, the sound came out as more of a bark and he laughed even louder because of it. He had never really been happy in this form before and it was a fascinating feeling. Perhaps he would shift back into a horse later, but for now, it seemed more polite to stay where they were. They made quite the sight when they had been a raven and a warg speaking to each other, but now as a warg and a horse sitting in similar positions, he was sure that they looked even stranger. “So, Weaver.” There were plenty of questions that came to mind - he was very curious about her and her companion - but only one fumbled its way out. “Do you - uh - live around here?” |
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