Storm turns his head skyward as he hears the faint rustle of feathers. Not much, mind you, but just enough if you're a werewolf.
He raises himself on his hind legs and does a clumsy salute, more for being able to share the sheer joy of running during a full moon than anything else. A twinge of envy steals over his heart, a wish to fly, but it's quickly lost as he makes a game of trying to keep pace with the owl.
The mun grins, and decides to allow Rhiannon to inadvertently help reenact the scene between Spirit and the eagle as they raced across the Cimarron plains. Only with different animals.
So Rhiannon, spotting the wolf below, decides to see how far he can follow her as she circles about the night sky.
Tongue lolling, Storm keeps an eye on the owl and an eye on the ground, and hopes mildly that she doesn't go over the forest. Though he might enjoy the challenge. For a second, he looses her against the black of the sky, but then the moonlight silvers her wings and he's back on track.
Storm grins as he notes her apparent choice of routes. He doesn't run by the lake much so it should be an education. However, the fairly level ground and great big reflective surface are ideal for moonlit runs, so he takes off, loping along at a tireless pace.
And just to make sure we incorporate as much as Spirit as the mun can, Rhiannon stoops and lightly plucks a few hairs from Storm's neck ruff, then kites slowly upwards a few feet.
Rhiannon hoots in return, turning her head to look at their reflections in the water. Red wolf and grey owl running and flying through the night, enjoying the time spent being animals.
How glad I am to have discovered that the Old Blood still runs true no matter who claims it. To think of all I would miss if I were denied lir-shape...
Storms eyes sparkle like the lake beside them as he watches her fly. Unable to resist the urge, he squinches his eyes shut for just a second and leaps, almost able to feel the earth still moving under him as he flies through the air. Almost before he's able to register the exhilaration, his forefeet thunder back down to reality, to the unforgiving dirt. His eyes snap back open, and he woofs at her happily.
And Little Creek lets out a whoop of ecstacy as they jump across the canyon seemingly without effort-
Heh.
She watches all this, marvelling at how effortlessly a wolf's body moves; how strong it is and how great is its endurance.
And she remembers that she too, can be a wolf if she wants to be.
And she thinks, Why not? It is a good night to run as a wolf.., as she descends again, allows the void to swallow and strip away the owl's form and return her human body to her.
She smiles for a moment, allowing the sensations to fade away, then calls forth the magic again, this time exchanging woman's body for that of a she-wolf.
Wagging her tail, she turns and sprints off along the shores of the lake, listening as the sounds of leaves crunch underneath her paws and her breath freezes and curls in front of her.
Storm's eyes go wide as he slows, watching her brief but utterly complete change from bird to woman. He'd guessed something of the sort, since this was the end of the universe and things were rarely what they seemed. But the change itself was beautiful to watch.
He stops in front of her in time for the smile, then grins devilishly as she shifts again, just as beautiful and graceful as the owl.
Storm races off after her and her new form, even more excited than before.
It's not a purely exclusive feeling, she notes, seeing her companion through a wolf's eyes. And for a moment, she wonders if the stories she'd heard told and woven about the Cheysuli had some truth to them. Legends do have a spark of truth in them after all.
Did the Cheysuli warriors lie with their lir? Did those whose lir were female have their lir petition the warriors to give them children of their own?*
It's a disturbing thought, and she tries to forget about it for a while.
Think of the moon and the freedom to move about however you wish in whatever form you wish...
*The mun has entertained that notion once or twice before. She blames canon!Niall and canon!Gisella going at it as wolves [it was Gisella's idea] while they went about conceiving Corin and Keely that one night.
Storm leaps and catches the stick expertly, twisting in mid-air to end up facing her. His eyes shine with laughter as his tail twitches back and forth. He drops his chest to the ground, keeping his hindquarters high, and tears off into the gloom.
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Who says you have to be on the ground to enjoy a full moon anyways?
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He raises himself on his hind legs and does a clumsy salute, more for being able to share the sheer joy of running during a full moon than anything else. A twinge of envy steals over his heart, a wish to fly, but it's quickly lost as he makes a game of trying to keep pace with the owl.
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So Rhiannon, spotting the wolf below, decides to see how far he can follow her as she circles about the night sky.
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Though he might enjoy the challenge.For a second, he looses her against the black of the sky, but then the moonlight silvers her wings and he's back on track.no subject
But for now it's a lap around the lake.
If only she could smile as a bird...
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Oh the fun you can have when it gets dark out...
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As he runs, Storm looks out over the lake. The moonlight jumps and glitters over the shifting black water. Storm chuckles to himself.
It almost looks like the light is keeping pace with us...
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How glad I am to have discovered that the Old Blood still runs true no matter who claims it. To think of all I would miss if I were denied lir-shape...
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And Little Creek lets out a whoop of ecstacy as they jump across the canyon seemingly without effort-
Heh.
She watches all this, marvelling at how effortlessly a wolf's body moves; how strong it is and how great is its endurance.
And she remembers that she too, can be a wolf if she wants to be.
And she thinks, Why not? It is a good night to run as a wolf.., as she descends again, allows the void to swallow and strip away the owl's form and return her human body to her.
She smiles for a moment, allowing the sensations to fade away, then calls forth the magic again, this time exchanging woman's body for that of a she-wolf.
Wagging her tail, she turns and sprints off along the shores of the lake, listening as the sounds of leaves crunch underneath her paws and her breath freezes and curls in front of her.
Sul'harai indeed.
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He stops in front of her in time for the smile, then grins devilishly as she shifts again, just as beautiful and graceful as the owl.
Storm races off after her and her new form, even more excited than before.
Now that's a female!
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Did the Cheysuli warriors lie with their lir? Did those whose lir were female have their lir petition the warriors to give them children of their own?*
It's a disturbing thought, and she tries to forget about it for a while.
Think of the moon and the freedom to move about however you wish in whatever form you wish...
*The mun has entertained that notion once or twice before. She blames canon!Niall and canon!Gisella going at it as wolves [it was Gisella's idea] while they went about conceiving Corin and Keely that one night.no subject
He pulls up along side of her, eyes glinting mischievously. He matches his stride to hers, and nudges her shoulder with his nose.
No, he isn't flirting, of course not.
Sadly, this mun hasn't read you canon, but now is highly interested. It sounds like fun! *writes down title and author*no subject
So she grabs a stick and flings it into the air as best she can, not having hands to use.
It's all innocent fun until something risque or r-rated happens...
Sorry about the unannounced slowtime - I was too tired to even beg for it last night. :(no subject
Come on, let's play!
No worries!