Dawn is a rumour on the horizon, pale and bruised, dragging gold across the edges of the world like a secret it can’t wait to spill. Vesper moves through the Boneyard with hooves hushed and deliberate, the rhythm of his stride steady but far from careless. The land is a gallery of ruin—ribs like arches, skulls like monuments, bones of monsters and mice tangled together in death’s sprawl. The sand clings to them like memory, preserving curve and fang and claw as if time itself can’t quite let them go.
He has to slow in places where there are too many tusks and too many spines rising jagged from the earth like forgotten warnings. But then there are stretches of relative freedom—of clean gaps between ribcages and collapsed vertebrae—and here he lets his body stretch, tests the lean strength of this new form. A flick of his tail, a twitch of his shoulders, and he surges forward into a leap, clearing a split-open sternum with room to spare.
It should feel like freedom out here amongst all the white. Instead, it’s...complicated.
Colt melts against him like heat into skin, like a second breath. Her legs shift easily with each change in his pace, her weight balancing without conscious effort. He doesn’t feel burdened by her, instead, it’s a seamlessness he finds unnerving—not just because it’s new, but because it’s familiar in a way that sets off every internal alarm he has. And yet here he is with this woman on his back, tangled into him in a way that doesn’t require words to feel whole and satisfies just about every urge that this latest shift might ever want for.
He has to slow in places where there are too many tusks and too many spines rising jagged from the earth like forgotten warnings. But then there are stretches of relative freedom—of clean gaps between ribcages and collapsed vertebrae—and here he lets his body stretch, tests the lean strength of this new form. A flick of his tail, a twitch of his shoulders, and he surges forward into a leap, clearing a split-open sternum with room to spare.
It should feel like freedom out here amongst all the white. Instead, it’s...complicated.
Colt melts against him like heat into skin, like a second breath. Her legs shift easily with each change in his pace, her weight balancing without conscious effort. He doesn’t feel burdened by her, instead, it’s a seamlessness he finds unnerving—not just because it’s new, but because it’s familiar in a way that sets off every internal alarm he has. And yet here he is with this woman on his back, tangled into him in a way that doesn’t require words to feel whole and satisfies just about every urge that this latest shift might ever want for.
You know it's all just a game that I'm playin'
☆ 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.
