Nova
when fears are grounded,
Nova doesn't miss the laughter, and it draws her attention as she shifts. Her wings ruffle in a puff of annoyance and gathered determination. Don't be so fast! She doesn't get hung up on the incorrect phrase - missing the part about judgement or dismissal. Instead, Nova gains altitude in a flurry of feathers before tucking her six wings and twisting into a dive. More concerned with grounded attacks, the hare isn't as prepared for a tiny bird to lunge for an attack - and technically Nova's not attacking, yet.
Only when she's certain there's no room for escape, she catches the breeze in her plumage to slow the decent before shifting again. She expands into a vicious tide jaguar that falls directly onto a squeaking blink hare. Her joints absorb the impact, although it's still a little rougher than she'd like to admit. Despite that, proof of her efforts squirms beneath her claws, a shot of grey fur peeking out from the black of her paws.
Only when she's certain there's no room for escape, she catches the breeze in her plumage to slow the decent before shifting again. She expands into a vicious tide jaguar that falls directly onto a squeaking blink hare. Her joints absorb the impact, although it's still a little rougher than she'd like to admit. Despite that, proof of her efforts squirms beneath her claws, a shot of grey fur peeking out from the black of her paws.
dreams take flight
