And so confirmation of the beast's origin was given - Attuned - and my curiosity only intensifies, my glacial gaze piercing the fading evening light to take in all that the canine has to show. Feline vision gives me clarity - perhaps if human senses were all I had, fear would indeed be dominant within me, but as I was, a quiet confidence in my ability to stay out of harm's way (mostly) prevailed. With the assurance of lean, athletic muscles, and a healthy distance between myself and the mythical, fantastic beast before me, I impart a calm, almost clinical observation - it is the scientist, the veterinarian, that defines me, shapes me and my behaviours - gives me a cool head even in a potentially precarious situation.
I have his attention just as he has mine, and my inexperience with the Attuned-bond leaves me only ever more curious at his reaction - it would seem he is able to guard it, to restrain that which he communicates, though I am surprised that I can sense that much - that a leak of emotion occurred, and is snuffed out from my radar (I am surprised not at the emotion, but the action that then hides it from me). I file this information away, determined to learn, to master this gift bestowed upon me, no matter the time and repetition it takes, no matter the dedication - it was a dream realised, and I would not waste it.
A question is cast, I hear it clearly, and I stand deftly upon my branch, allowing the fading golden light to decorate my dappled pelt with its dappled rays, curling my tail high over my spine. I stretch, waking muscles that were tense from holding my position so still and secure, before bunching them up again to leap down from my position.
Perhaps it is foolish (it is). Perhaps it is stupid, reckless, and pure insanity. But the beast before me is Attuned, and while I know nature's instincts are stronger when one is possessed by their Attuned form(s), I trust in this comrade's ability - he is the one who asked the question, after all.
"A friend," I reply as I land before the creature, hoping my communication conveys the genuine hope, the desire for it to be true (but ready to leap out of the way of biting teeth and angry growls all the same).
I have his attention just as he has mine, and my inexperience with the Attuned-bond leaves me only ever more curious at his reaction - it would seem he is able to guard it, to restrain that which he communicates, though I am surprised that I can sense that much - that a leak of emotion occurred, and is snuffed out from my radar (I am surprised not at the emotion, but the action that then hides it from me). I file this information away, determined to learn, to master this gift bestowed upon me, no matter the time and repetition it takes, no matter the dedication - it was a dream realised, and I would not waste it.
A question is cast, I hear it clearly, and I stand deftly upon my branch, allowing the fading golden light to decorate my dappled pelt with its dappled rays, curling my tail high over my spine. I stretch, waking muscles that were tense from holding my position so still and secure, before bunching them up again to leap down from my position.
Perhaps it is foolish (it is). Perhaps it is stupid, reckless, and pure insanity. But the beast before me is Attuned, and while I know nature's instincts are stronger when one is possessed by their Attuned form(s), I trust in this comrade's ability - he is the one who asked the question, after all.
"A friend," I reply as I land before the creature, hoping my communication conveys the genuine hope, the desire for it to be true (but ready to leap out of the way of biting teeth and angry growls all the same).
Chulane
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