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 Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2024 5:03 pm
Prima Rosa had been back from visiting Cirro Strata, her childhood friend, for about two weeks, and she had been glum about it pretty much the entire time. She had settled back into her routine in her mountain home, but somehow it seemed - the quiet was even more quiet, the loneliness all the more acute. She'd hoped that visiting with other people might take the edge off, and it had, but she hadn't expected the strength with which those feelings might return.
So her mind was drifting - perhaps she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been, with her focus on other things. She didn't think she was that out of it, though - not so out of it as to miss an entire Shifter, casually hanging out on her mountainside.
Oh no. Oh no no no. Ohhh no. Maybe she should have stayed back with Cirro... maybe they didn't have Shifters wandering about down with the children, with Sol'Lunier to protect them...
Rosa felt her knees began to knock a little, and she knew she should run away. She should turn and leave, find a different mountain, or at least hide in her cave until the threat had passed. She could even take to the sky-- but the Shifter had wings too, and his looked an awful lot bigger than her own; he could probably take her down faster than she could even take off.
But she couldn't do any of that. She could barely breathe, let alone move.
Prima Rosa felt very small, very alone, and very terrified.
((wc: 264))
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2024 9:04 pm
- Aiden walked from his meadow home in valley. He was still coming to terms with his curse. His mother explained things to him and helped his mind and body deal with this. However once in while he just needed to get away him his brother's and sister. His nieces and nephews. Heading to mountain. He traveled up and looked around. He was still getting use to them. Since he wasn't born with them they had been difficult. He had to learn how to carry them so they didn't dag.
Once he was up the mountain he looked for a good outlook point. He relaxes once he noticed that for the time no one was around. He was getting use to his other self his animal bird form. His shifter form. He still hadn't found himself feeling save enough to fly. He used to dream of himself flying before he was cursed. Now he was a little afraid. Looking around he sees a mare not to far away. Noticing that she looked so afraid he blinks. Was she so afraid of him? He knew that his looks were different. He stares at her and tries to looked friendly.
He smiles or at least tried too. " hello miss. I can leave I didn't mean to scare you." - he turns to leave not wanting to scare the tiny scared mare.-
((wc;222))
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2024 11:45 am
Miss? Prima Rosa didn't dare react, but if it had been possible for her to be more surprised, it would have shown on her face. As far as she knew, Shifters weren't big on manners. Or talking. Or doing anything other than killing and eating any stupid unsuspecting mare that happened to cross their path.
But then the Shifter seemed to start to leave. It could be a trap, it could be a trick to make her let her guard down - it could be that the second Prima Rosa makes a move, he would whirl around and slice her throat open and that would be the end of Prima Rosa's story.
But... miss. He had called her miss. She had never heard of a Shifter behaving in such a way before.
"You-- you were here first," Prima blurted out. "I--I can go. You can stay. I apologize for-- for interrupting." Still keeping her eyes on him, she bowed her head slightly, out of respect, and took one, tiny, cautious little step backwards.
The odd thing was, as she studied him - his body, under the wings, didn't seem to be... matching, for lack of a better word. She had never met a Shifter before, but she had been under the impression that the pelt they wore was an extension of their body beneath, and this didn't seem like... that. It seemed like the pelt had been... grafted onto him.
She wondered if it hurt. She wondered if it hurt to be him, right now.
Maybe she was supposed to help him, somehow, and show him that he didn't have to be... what she was still objectively terrified that he might be.
((wc: 282))
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