The importance of training the attuned shifts is not lost on me - everything I have been learning about the world, the Abandoned (or mages, as I believe some preferred to be called) and their associated magics seemed to dominate the world as far as convenience and power went, and I felt terribly underequipped, unprepared, unlearned in basic survival techniques. I had made it this far, but if even half of the tales I had heard so far held truth, I had been playing on easy mode.
She agrees to my terms, offering her own, which I found curious, but readily accepted with a shrug and a friendly "Sure," escaping my lips.
Then it happened: her shift. I knew already that she had a caracal shift, but as the form took the woman whose laughter chimed so easily and playful winks teased me so constantly transformed into a stunning specimen of the feline species. I lowered my frame down to a sort of crouching squat getting distracted in my admiration of her that it wasn't until her voice resonated within me that I came back to the here-and-now, and refocussed on the task at hand.
The transition from man to feline wasn't so foreign to me now, with the patterned pelt sprouting and the muscles and bones changing, it was just another breath since her question and I stood before her in my own clouded leopard form. It would seem that we both clung onto our unique eyes in these forms, something that pleased me for an unidentifiable reason. Excitement of my own making thrummed along the bond between us, anticipation clearly evident.
I looked to the ribbons she had laid out, and lay a large paw - my right fore-paw - over one, and with some creative licence, manage to tie it up, glancing to Kia, and assisting her if she needed it with the ribbon, I turn my muscular frame, stretching my legs and back in a large arch, swaying my overly long tail out behind me, before facing up to her once more, ribbon-tied pay raised off the ground.
'Ready.'
She agrees to my terms, offering her own, which I found curious, but readily accepted with a shrug and a friendly "Sure," escaping my lips.
Then it happened: her shift. I knew already that she had a caracal shift, but as the form took the woman whose laughter chimed so easily and playful winks teased me so constantly transformed into a stunning specimen of the feline species. I lowered my frame down to a sort of crouching squat getting distracted in my admiration of her that it wasn't until her voice resonated within me that I came back to the here-and-now, and refocussed on the task at hand.
The transition from man to feline wasn't so foreign to me now, with the patterned pelt sprouting and the muscles and bones changing, it was just another breath since her question and I stood before her in my own clouded leopard form. It would seem that we both clung onto our unique eyes in these forms, something that pleased me for an unidentifiable reason. Excitement of my own making thrummed along the bond between us, anticipation clearly evident.
I looked to the ribbons she had laid out, and lay a large paw - my right fore-paw - over one, and with some creative licence, manage to tie it up, glancing to Kia, and assisting her if she needed it with the ribbon, I turn my muscular frame, stretching my legs and back in a large arch, swaying my overly long tail out behind me, before facing up to her once more, ribbon-tied pay raised off the ground.
'Ready.'
Chulane
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