Anything she sends to him is received, embraced and supported - the bond is unlike anything he's ever felt before. He'd always been an empath, it was what allowed him to become a vet, to be able to discern what an animal was feeling even though they did not share a language. It applied for humans as well, but this, the attuned bond, was a marvel to him. Where he might have found himself overwhelmed by it once, he know found himself welcoming it, ushering it towards him, yearning for it - in particular yearning for whatever she would give him. He wanted to know her, to be worthy of her, to be strong enough for her to lean on, and so no matter what she sent he heard it, he treated it with respect and reciprocated it.
And had a playful time with it too, as various degrees of desires mingle through the bond, admiration and gratitude, and amusement keeping it light. He could easily be swept away by it, would happily bask in it indefinitely - but they were so much more than their carnal desires, however much they were compatible in that area too.
'Ah, yeah, technology.' He voiced his understanding, watching her movement with keen feline interest, his head tilting as it followed her circular path. 'One of the most impactful pieces of technology that Australia, and the world, had, was a network that allowed one person to talk to another using a device no bigger than my paw.' He stretched a paw out before him as he spoke, flexing the toes suggestively, even as he kept watching her above him.
Then he was moving, having spied a sturdy shelf that looked able to carry his weight, to put him within a leap's length of the rafters above. He climbed, letting the instincts of the leopard take over, letting its desire to be high up drive him, glancing over his shoulder to the circling vulture all the while. He was atop the shelf now, and he paused to once again admire the room, and the bird before him. 'It was called the internet,' he supplied, a bit wistful - it had taken him several weeks to stop looking for his phone, to stop feeling phantom vibrations in his pocket from messages that did not exist. 'I do not think such a thing would be compatible with the magic that makes up Caido,' he commented finally, before taking a flying leap to the nearest rafter above them.
Muscles tensed as he latched onto the timber frame, tail swinging about behind him, forelimbs pulling his hindend up with a grunt of effort apparent through the bond. Once in place, he let a quiet sense of accomplishment fill him and spill out onto the bond, satisfied with this little effort, both in himself and in the leopard whose instincts was sated by the change in angle.
And had a playful time with it too, as various degrees of desires mingle through the bond, admiration and gratitude, and amusement keeping it light. He could easily be swept away by it, would happily bask in it indefinitely - but they were so much more than their carnal desires, however much they were compatible in that area too.
'Ah, yeah, technology.' He voiced his understanding, watching her movement with keen feline interest, his head tilting as it followed her circular path. 'One of the most impactful pieces of technology that Australia, and the world, had, was a network that allowed one person to talk to another using a device no bigger than my paw.' He stretched a paw out before him as he spoke, flexing the toes suggestively, even as he kept watching her above him.
Then he was moving, having spied a sturdy shelf that looked able to carry his weight, to put him within a leap's length of the rafters above. He climbed, letting the instincts of the leopard take over, letting its desire to be high up drive him, glancing over his shoulder to the circling vulture all the while. He was atop the shelf now, and he paused to once again admire the room, and the bird before him. 'It was called the internet,' he supplied, a bit wistful - it had taken him several weeks to stop looking for his phone, to stop feeling phantom vibrations in his pocket from messages that did not exist. 'I do not think such a thing would be compatible with the magic that makes up Caido,' he commented finally, before taking a flying leap to the nearest rafter above them.
Muscles tensed as he latched onto the timber frame, tail swinging about behind him, forelimbs pulling his hindend up with a grunt of effort apparent through the bond. Once in place, he let a quiet sense of accomplishment fill him and spill out onto the bond, satisfied with this little effort, both in himself and in the leopard whose instincts was sated by the change in angle.
CHULANE
