Post by Obelisk on Aug 21, 2017 15:03:00 GMT
He slowly opened his eyes and peered up at her as she spoke to him again, eyes alive with veins of silver as though the presence of it in the area had brought the color out more strongly, nearly drowning the more normal stone grey. He glanced around the cavern and something of what he saw seemed to satisfy him. The smile he gave her as he stood was quite warm, in response to hers. She looked gentler when she smiled like that, he thought. Otherwise she struck him as quite regal and aloof, or about as sharp and approachable as a fine blade. Admire from afar, but do not touch. That smile made her seem more... human.
He hesitated a moment, then stepped up next to her carefully. When it started to move he shifted uneasily closer to her, his innate distrust of foreign magic somehow coupled with a certain amount of trust in Shaecayrn's ability to wield it. "Certainly, another island." He sounded somewhat distracted in his response and almost as soon as they were free of the earth's interior he lept lightly from the magic platform, shaking himself like a dog coming out of the water. Again he took care to remove his clothing and stow it safely, giving about the same amount of care for modesty as he had previously. Once sure he had sufficient space, he change again.
He stretched slowly in his natural form. Tail stretching back then lashing slowly over the tops of trees. Wings spreading slowly out, then falling back to rest at his sides. Claws testing the earth, then sheathing. He turns his head from side to side, testing. He could feel somewhere deep in his core the toll the numerous changes were taking on him. He felt hunger keenly but carefully put the feeling aside. He would need to gorge sometime soon, once he got out of this wasteland. While his human form did not require nearly as much fuel as his natural form, the amount of energy he was expending was more than he was really prepared to. He had not truly hunted in a very long while.
"If I have to change again, I will need to rest. It is difficult." It was, perhaps, the most difficult thing he had ever done. Not only because the magic of it was relatively foreign to him but because of the physical toll it took to do it multiple times in a row. Not to mention the emotional and mental toll. If he did not change then he could bring them back down from the islands. Perhaps he would not have to.
He offered his cupped hands and stretched his wings, ready to take flight as soon as she was safely stowed.
(you can feel free to assume they fly to the next island and get on from there, if you'd like!)
He hesitated a moment, then stepped up next to her carefully. When it started to move he shifted uneasily closer to her, his innate distrust of foreign magic somehow coupled with a certain amount of trust in Shaecayrn's ability to wield it. "Certainly, another island." He sounded somewhat distracted in his response and almost as soon as they were free of the earth's interior he lept lightly from the magic platform, shaking himself like a dog coming out of the water. Again he took care to remove his clothing and stow it safely, giving about the same amount of care for modesty as he had previously. Once sure he had sufficient space, he change again.
He stretched slowly in his natural form. Tail stretching back then lashing slowly over the tops of trees. Wings spreading slowly out, then falling back to rest at his sides. Claws testing the earth, then sheathing. He turns his head from side to side, testing. He could feel somewhere deep in his core the toll the numerous changes were taking on him. He felt hunger keenly but carefully put the feeling aside. He would need to gorge sometime soon, once he got out of this wasteland. While his human form did not require nearly as much fuel as his natural form, the amount of energy he was expending was more than he was really prepared to. He had not truly hunted in a very long while.
"If I have to change again, I will need to rest. It is difficult." It was, perhaps, the most difficult thing he had ever done. Not only because the magic of it was relatively foreign to him but because of the physical toll it took to do it multiple times in a row. Not to mention the emotional and mental toll. If he did not change then he could bring them back down from the islands. Perhaps he would not have to.
He offered his cupped hands and stretched his wings, ready to take flight as soon as she was safely stowed.
(you can feel free to assume they fly to the next island and get on from there, if you'd like!)
