Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
"Oh, I bet," Isla laughs softly, knowing Asta well enough by now to see the weariness behind his smile, the tension that ripples through all that pent up energy. But they aren't here for a therapy session, and so she steps back another couple of feet to give him space to shift, marvelling at the way man becomes feirw so seamlessly. Fire obsidian becomes a crown of antlers quite literally wreathed in flame, and though the shift is certainly no predator, the proud toss of Asta's head and his elegant prancing are certainly enough to make anyone look twice.
"Gods, you look like a luxere if it was made for Longheat instead of Deepfrost," she calls, her tone warm and impressed. Stepping a few paces around on the hot rock to watch him let loose, it's only that change of position that allows her to spot a fyrhund that seems very, very off. "Shit," Isla hisses under her breath. "Asta, watch out!" Already she's starting to shift as well; fire won't do much against that sort of beast, but claws might stand a chance.
"Gods, you look like a luxere if it was made for Longheat instead of Deepfrost," she calls, her tone warm and impressed. Stepping a few paces around on the hot rock to watch him let loose, it's only that change of position that allows her to spot a fyrhund that seems very, very off. "Shit," Isla hisses under her breath. "Asta, watch out!" Already she's starting to shift as well; fire won't do much against that sort of beast, but claws might stand a chance.
something so wholesome about you
