KIADA
One could say she’s sulking. Another could say that she hasn’t really been herself the last few days. At first it seemed normal, as though she’d over extended herself, but now things were different. It excelled, to the point she couldn’t ignore it any further. And as for telling her friends and adopted family about it? They were in the Spire.
Sulking and worried, sad she couldn’t be there to help, she’s waited while remaining hidden in the underground in her new form. She’s been curled up in the corner in her new form, trading feathers for fur, wings for whiskers. It’s the only thing that keeps her fingers from trembling that she can find, the only thing to keep her mind off of it for long enough.
She only notices something change when a man appears in the underground, dressed dark and dabbing something on the stones with a lantern, singing a haunting call. But the voice is familiar, and she finds herself stretching as the voice begins to fade, stretching her paws out in front of her with a feline yawn, before she hops out of the corner of the wall she’s been sitting in, and meanders out after him.
She follows the scent as close as she can, until she manages to catch up to him. But instead of saying anything, she remains in the tunnels with bright blue eyes scoping out Jigano as a small growl slips from her throat, loud enough for him to hear. She feels safe in this form, like nobody will know it’s her until she wants them to. And with it, ears pinned and whiskers shaking ever so slightly, she stares at the man.
Sulking and worried, sad she couldn’t be there to help, she’s waited while remaining hidden in the underground in her new form. She’s been curled up in the corner in her new form, trading feathers for fur, wings for whiskers. It’s the only thing that keeps her fingers from trembling that she can find, the only thing to keep her mind off of it for long enough.
She only notices something change when a man appears in the underground, dressed dark and dabbing something on the stones with a lantern, singing a haunting call. But the voice is familiar, and she finds herself stretching as the voice begins to fade, stretching her paws out in front of her with a feline yawn, before she hops out of the corner of the wall she’s been sitting in, and meanders out after him.
She follows the scent as close as she can, until she manages to catch up to him. But instead of saying anything, she remains in the tunnels with bright blue eyes scoping out Jigano as a small growl slips from her throat, loud enough for him to hear. She feels safe in this form, like nobody will know it’s her until she wants them to. And with it, ears pinned and whiskers shaking ever so slightly, she stares at the man.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
