Isla
Isla nods at the explanation Remi has to give, absorbing the information like a sponge. She reminds herself to keep to the tail end of their group, at least once she's gotten the hang of things, so she doesn't risk slowing them down. Not only that, but she's about to become the largest one out of their trio, as confirmed when Remi produces his elegant partial shift. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She nods, taking a few precautionary steps back before she unleashes the shift that resides within her.
A magnificent mane Isla does not have as a manticore, and her form is somewhat smaller and sleeker than Remi's, though no less ridiculously large or intimidating. Enormous wings fan out from her shoulders, fluttering in the biting air, and claws bite deeply into the snow. A soft growl thrums from a maw filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and Isla waits with tense expectation for instructions about how to fly.
Isla shifts into a manticore to get to the Feverlands!
A magnificent mane Isla does not have as a manticore, and her form is somewhat smaller and sleeker than Remi's, though no less ridiculously large or intimidating. Enormous wings fan out from her shoulders, fluttering in the biting air, and claws bite deeply into the snow. A soft growl thrums from a maw filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and Isla waits with tense expectation for instructions about how to fly.
Isla shifts into a manticore to get to the Feverlands!
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
