KIADA
Auni has no complaint about where Isuma decides to perch, and with the carrot hanging from his mouth, he darts to a place where he thinks the two attuned won’t be able to run into them during their training. And with it, he hunkers down to observe with wide blue eyes as Kiada darts from Jigano with a hum of laughter sent down the bond between the two of them.
But Jigano is fast, far more nimble than this form that’s edged a bit more toward hunting and pouncing, for capturing birds out of the air. But even still, they’re not in the best of shape – not like they had once been, and she finds herself darting and slipping among the ice and snow as she feels his fuzzy head reach out and bump her. A hiss of surprise and playfulness leave her as she slides to a stop and turns, ear tufts fluttering in the wind they’ve created as her blue gaze seeks out a familiar white fox.
She spots him, in the different direction, darting toward a tangle of fallen debris, and she cocks her head a moment before following him and surveying. I can bend pretty well, but this form is another story. She offers unhelpfully, reaching out with her head to try and follow him under the obstacles when her whiskers brush up against the edges, and she realizes she likely won’t fit – at least won’t be able to get out.
So she opts for something else, letting him get as far into it as he can before she hops atop the rubble and finds tiny little holes to stick her paws into, hoping to touch soft ivory fur.
But Jigano is fast, far more nimble than this form that’s edged a bit more toward hunting and pouncing, for capturing birds out of the air. But even still, they’re not in the best of shape – not like they had once been, and she finds herself darting and slipping among the ice and snow as she feels his fuzzy head reach out and bump her. A hiss of surprise and playfulness leave her as she slides to a stop and turns, ear tufts fluttering in the wind they’ve created as her blue gaze seeks out a familiar white fox.
She spots him, in the different direction, darting toward a tangle of fallen debris, and she cocks her head a moment before following him and surveying. I can bend pretty well, but this form is another story. She offers unhelpfully, reaching out with her head to try and follow him under the obstacles when her whiskers brush up against the edges, and she realizes she likely won’t fit – at least won’t be able to get out.
So she opts for something else, letting him get as far into it as he can before she hops atop the rubble and finds tiny little holes to stick her paws into, hoping to touch soft ivory fur.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
