Starlight gutters across the darkness in thin, failing seams, and then there is nothing between Vesper and the tiger’s mouth but the narrow space left for breath. Teeth sink into his shoulder with a precision that feels almost surgical until the pain follows, white and immediate, and for one disorienting moment he cannot tell whether the fire lancing through him belongs to the clean violence of the bite or to the molten heat rolling off the creature above him.
The sound he makes is low and unwilling, dragged out of him as his body answers before dignity can interfere. His hand tightens uselessly against the earth, silver rings biting into his palm, and then the damp ground beneath his back dissolves into mist. Vesper reappears behind the tiger with one knee nearly giving beneath him, his injured shoulder drawn tight and blood already slipping dark down his arm. Pulling a breath sharply through his nose, the shape of the problem clarifies itself with unpleasant ease: in this body, at this distance, against that much muscle and hunger, he's never going to be able to do anything more than dart around the big cat.
The change hits in a rush of shadow and tide-dark motion, folding him down into something heavier and far better suited to teeth and claws. A tide jaguar plants itself where Vesper had stood, blood dripping from one shoulder, ears pinned flat against his skull as his roar tears through the hollow with no trace of drawled restraint left to soften the message that he won't be backing down.
3/4
The sound he makes is low and unwilling, dragged out of him as his body answers before dignity can interfere. His hand tightens uselessly against the earth, silver rings biting into his palm, and then the damp ground beneath his back dissolves into mist. Vesper reappears behind the tiger with one knee nearly giving beneath him, his injured shoulder drawn tight and blood already slipping dark down his arm. Pulling a breath sharply through his nose, the shape of the problem clarifies itself with unpleasant ease: in this body, at this distance, against that much muscle and hunger, he's never going to be able to do anything more than dart around the big cat.
The change hits in a rush of shadow and tide-dark motion, folding him down into something heavier and far better suited to teeth and claws. A tide jaguar plants itself where Vesper had stood, blood dripping from one shoulder, ears pinned flat against his skull as his roar tears through the hollow with no trace of drawled restraint left to soften the message that he won't be backing down.
3/4
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.
