When the portal took me, swept me off the barren, icy plains of Antarctica and delivered me to the equally barren, frosty climes of the Fangs, it stole from me several things. My phone, my watch, anything slightly technical, it rejected, and yet it wanted me, it pulled me through. I was glad to have kept all of my clothes, and a couple of knives - a large hunting knife, and a smaller paring knife, each hiding in the pockets lining my thick winter boots. It seemed the portal knew that I would need some kind of weaponry, though I was grateful to not receive a live demonstration of that need just yet - I knew the time would come soon enough.
I would have to look into getting more weapons, I suppose. I was a nerd - I had a replica of Jon Snow's Longclaw sword at home. Idly, I wondered if something like valerian steel existed in this world, and imagine myself as Jon Snow, slaying white walkers and generally being a badass. #goals
The topic has shifted, and all thoughts of Jon Snow are plunged from my mind as I now try to envision her as a caracal, with a copper pelt and those darn adorable tufted ears. Not gonna lie, I was so excited to see that shift one day - and to interact with it in my own spotted form, to test myself against her feline graces and strength, to know if I even stood half a chance against her.
She mentions a bearded vulture shift, and I will admit a small token of surprise blossomed within me - I'm not sure what I was expecting, but apparently it wasn't that, but then, why should I expect anything? - and again that thought trail was swiftly abandoned as she pinned a question on me, asking directly what we should begin with. I note her posture has stiffened, straightened, her attention fixed directly on me, as if she is scrutinising - perhaps imagining me in my shifted form as I was her?
"I'm yet to acquire myself a proper weapon - and I am very keen to learn more about what is to be attuned." I answered her after a thoughtful moment, a shiver of anticipation causing the hairs to rise along my forearms, though they remain cloaked beneath a layer of material.
I would have to look into getting more weapons, I suppose. I was a nerd - I had a replica of Jon Snow's Longclaw sword at home. Idly, I wondered if something like valerian steel existed in this world, and imagine myself as Jon Snow, slaying white walkers and generally being a badass. #goals
The topic has shifted, and all thoughts of Jon Snow are plunged from my mind as I now try to envision her as a caracal, with a copper pelt and those darn adorable tufted ears. Not gonna lie, I was so excited to see that shift one day - and to interact with it in my own spotted form, to test myself against her feline graces and strength, to know if I even stood half a chance against her.
She mentions a bearded vulture shift, and I will admit a small token of surprise blossomed within me - I'm not sure what I was expecting, but apparently it wasn't that, but then, why should I expect anything? - and again that thought trail was swiftly abandoned as she pinned a question on me, asking directly what we should begin with. I note her posture has stiffened, straightened, her attention fixed directly on me, as if she is scrutinising - perhaps imagining me in my shifted form as I was her?
"I'm yet to acquire myself a proper weapon - and I am very keen to learn more about what is to be attuned." I answered her after a thoughtful moment, a shiver of anticipation causing the hairs to rise along my forearms, though they remain cloaked beneath a layer of material.
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