Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Said and done, with the matter of shifts settled all that remained was to change and get going. Slipping into the skin of the Molten Tiger felt good, as always. Clad in white fur and blued steel stripes that made the air shimmer with their heat, the tiger's lean muscled body erased the difference in size between them. While she wouldn't have minded a pair of wings, like Remi's, what she had was good enough, and it was with mounting excitement that she fell into step behind him and ventured into the maze.
Scents compensated for the muted hues of her vision. Dark hedges and creeping mist might have made for a boring vista, but the scent of moldering soil, fresh greenery and blooming roses more than made up for the lack of colors. Ghosts had no flavor that she could tell, but they were there, in the darkness. Whispering half-legibly, glimpsing in the corner of an eye. They were of little consequence save for the way they occasionally made her skin crawl - Remi's company made her bold enough to overlook the rest - because far more interesting was the scent-trails of living things on the ground.
Rodents, birds and blink hares seemed plentiful in here. And then there was the rich fragrance of what might be horse or antelope - or unicorn? Maea couldn't tell. It reached her from the right hand turn as they reached a crossroads, and she paused to share a glance with the pixiu, mutely consulting him for preference. Try this, or keep going?
Scents compensated for the muted hues of her vision. Dark hedges and creeping mist might have made for a boring vista, but the scent of moldering soil, fresh greenery and blooming roses more than made up for the lack of colors. Ghosts had no flavor that she could tell, but they were there, in the darkness. Whispering half-legibly, glimpsing in the corner of an eye. They were of little consequence save for the way they occasionally made her skin crawl - Remi's company made her bold enough to overlook the rest - because far more interesting was the scent-trails of living things on the ground.
Rodents, birds and blink hares seemed plentiful in here. And then there was the rich fragrance of what might be horse or antelope - or unicorn? Maea couldn't tell. It reached her from the right hand turn as they reached a crossroads, and she paused to share a glance with the pixiu, mutely consulting him for preference. Try this, or keep going?
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
