He watched her with an intense focus, feeling her intent to shift and not hiding the concern that rises within him from it. He has the same questions as she - would the rafter bear her weight? Was she balanced enough to perch there in her human form? The second question he knew was probably true, for Kia was strong, and fit, and no doubt coordinated enough to manage that part, but the rafter…
Then she shifts, and he feels his heart leap about in his chest for a moment, bracing for some disaster to strike - a disaster which does not come. He is quick to focus on the new view presented to him, on the beauty that is her, in her true form, all porcelain skin, scars and grace, barely an outline in the dimly lit room, but that lent his feline eyes all the more detail as they thrived on the lack of illumination.
'Cupcakes,' he purred, echoing her choice with a satisfied but also playful pulse, deviously wondering if perhaps he ought to come up with a new nickname for her. He was feeling restless again, an urge to wrap phis arms - his human arms - around her and hold her close nearly overwhelming him, but it was useless in the moment.
He was standing again, ushering movement from his form again, letting the instincts of the leopard balance him as he etched a path along the beam, reaching where it connected to the vaulted ceiling and deftly turning to repeat the action the other direction. 'Do you have a particular type, or are you one to embrace variety?' he posed with mischievousness plainly evident, as his frame wandered past her once again.
Then she shifts, and he feels his heart leap about in his chest for a moment, bracing for some disaster to strike - a disaster which does not come. He is quick to focus on the new view presented to him, on the beauty that is her, in her true form, all porcelain skin, scars and grace, barely an outline in the dimly lit room, but that lent his feline eyes all the more detail as they thrived on the lack of illumination.
'Cupcakes,' he purred, echoing her choice with a satisfied but also playful pulse, deviously wondering if perhaps he ought to come up with a new nickname for her. He was feeling restless again, an urge to wrap phis arms - his human arms - around her and hold her close nearly overwhelming him, but it was useless in the moment.
He was standing again, ushering movement from his form again, letting the instincts of the leopard balance him as he etched a path along the beam, reaching where it connected to the vaulted ceiling and deftly turning to repeat the action the other direction. 'Do you have a particular type, or are you one to embrace variety?' he posed with mischievousness plainly evident, as his frame wandered past her once again.
CHULANE
