The laugh cuts through the lingering hush like sun through fog, and Vesper—already half-turned away—glances back, that grin curling across his face like it was waiting for her to find it. It isn’t just the sound of her, though it’s sharp and bright and exactly what the hilltop needed. It’s the feeling that rises behind it: the spark of wonder still clinging to her thoughts, that sun-warmed flicker of disbelief and amusement, like the aftertaste of starlight.
"Happy to oblige," he drawls, rolling his shoulders once before his body ripples, shadows sluicing down his frame like oil.
The shift is clean, seamless. One second he’s standing with his hands in his pockets, the next there’s a gleam of white fangs, a ripple of lean muscle, and the soft sound of paws brushing against sun-dried grass.
The tide jaguar that sits in his place is sleek and black as obsidian, save for the constellation of glowing white rosettes scattered across his body like a living sky. No colour to them—just bright, cold brilliance against a dark coat that drinks in the sun. His tail flicks once, then curls elegantly around his paws as he lowers into a seated position. He’s large—almost unnervingly so up close—but not hulking. Built like something carved for speed and silence.
His bright blue eyes, unchanged by the shift, blink slowly up at Colt from where his head sits nearly level with her hip. Then he yawns, wide and feline and utterly unbothered, teeth flashing in the sunlight like small moons. And then he just sits there, watching her, tail tip twitching in amusement. He's not the sort of thing that anyone could ride per se (wink wonk), but if Colt's rodeo ever wanted a gladiatorial component, Vesper would happily give her competitors a run for their money.
"Happy to oblige," he drawls, rolling his shoulders once before his body ripples, shadows sluicing down his frame like oil.
The shift is clean, seamless. One second he’s standing with his hands in his pockets, the next there’s a gleam of white fangs, a ripple of lean muscle, and the soft sound of paws brushing against sun-dried grass.
The tide jaguar that sits in his place is sleek and black as obsidian, save for the constellation of glowing white rosettes scattered across his body like a living sky. No colour to them—just bright, cold brilliance against a dark coat that drinks in the sun. His tail flicks once, then curls elegantly around his paws as he lowers into a seated position. He’s large—almost unnervingly so up close—but not hulking. Built like something carved for speed and silence.
His bright blue eyes, unchanged by the shift, blink slowly up at Colt from where his head sits nearly level with her hip. Then he yawns, wide and feline and utterly unbothered, teeth flashing in the sunlight like small moons. And then he just sits there, watching her, tail tip twitching in amusement. He's not the sort of thing that anyone could ride per se (wink wonk), but if Colt's rodeo ever wanted a gladiatorial component, Vesper would happily give her competitors a run for their money.
all these little things together don't build up to somethin' small
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
