charlie
Charlie’s grin goes bright and proud enough to put the sun to shame, her tail giving an eager little lash behind her as Knell makes her choice. "Excellent choice," she purrs, the praise spilling warm and delighted from her lips as she gives an approving nod.
Still holding Knell’s hand, she gives it a final squeeze before gently letting go, stepping back just enough to give them both room. "Now, very important shifting lesson," she says, lifting one finger with exaggerated seriousness, though the sparkle in her eyes makes it nearly impossible for the lecture to look stern. "When we’re shifted, we won’t be able to communicate with words, so if you want to tell me something, you’ll either have to shift back, or be clever about it, alright?" Her brows bounce, mischief threading itself through the instruction like ribbon around a blade.
Then Charlie takes another step back, her smile sharpening with anticipation as fire seems to catch beneath her skin. The change rolls through her quickly, all heat and motion and wicked delight, until the woman is gone and a fyrhund stands in her place, canine and volcanic, her molten cracks glowing beneath dark, plated hide as warmth shimmers faintly around her. She gives Knell a wolfish grin, all playful teeth and bright encouragement, before dropping her nose dramatically to the ground. Snuffling once, twice, Charlie begins to cast about through the underbrush, making a grand, exaggerated display of catching the blink hares’ scent.
Still holding Knell’s hand, she gives it a final squeeze before gently letting go, stepping back just enough to give them both room. "Now, very important shifting lesson," she says, lifting one finger with exaggerated seriousness, though the sparkle in her eyes makes it nearly impossible for the lecture to look stern. "When we’re shifted, we won’t be able to communicate with words, so if you want to tell me something, you’ll either have to shift back, or be clever about it, alright?" Her brows bounce, mischief threading itself through the instruction like ribbon around a blade.
Then Charlie takes another step back, her smile sharpening with anticipation as fire seems to catch beneath her skin. The change rolls through her quickly, all heat and motion and wicked delight, until the woman is gone and a fyrhund stands in her place, canine and volcanic, her molten cracks glowing beneath dark, plated hide as warmth shimmers faintly around her. She gives Knell a wolfish grin, all playful teeth and bright encouragement, before dropping her nose dramatically to the ground. Snuffling once, twice, Charlie begins to cast about through the underbrush, making a grand, exaggerated display of catching the blink hares’ scent.
so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
