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Okay, so when Jazper wakes up a little she's gonna spring from basically under his bed and scare him, kei? Wimpy manthing - 0, Ghita - 2. >D <33 Wc: 700+
Dainty paws danced their tender away around the building, turquoise optics flashing as she tried to comprehend just why any wolf would want to sleep inside. To Ghita, this was weirder than walking everyplace backwards for a change. She loitered at the doorway, just a few feet away from the enclosed building, shivering as the early morning wrapped it's cold fingers around her throat, forcing out air in small puffs of white. The dull scents of brick, mortar and concrete plagued nostrils more comfortable with the subtleties of the forest.
She had done her best to avoid entering buildings as best she could in her life; Inside a pack or not, she still held this policy best she could. But today she had a reason, a damned good one too, for breaking this pact she had made with herself. There was someone she had to see. Despite the dew resting on her 'socks' and biting into her bones, she felt no need to rush herself to enter, although her excitement bubbled around her. She had been sitting here for an hour, her apprehension battling with her excitement, contending viciously, until she lifted herself off the grass, shaking the dew off.
Still unused to her new form, Ghita stumbled forward slightly, goggling at the size she was now. The form felt right to her, although walking around as a Secui was new to her. Her mane had become pure silver, gilded across her back and falling casually over dust-colored fur barely tipped by the same color. Her formerly dainty paws, and still dainty by Secui measurements, were now (to her) the size of dinner plates; At first, Ghita possessed a weird sort of limping gait that was simply due to this fact, but that had long been rid of during the walk over. She felt thicker, heavier, more muscular than she had before, and was gifted with an understanding that Jazper had been hinting at for a while now.
She felt, as Jazper had tried to tell her, more capable in this form - she had quickly discovered the speeds she could reach while running, and had spent the early dawn chasing her tail and romping in a way that she hadn't since she was a pup. She was still slightly tired from the adventure, but the hour of debating had cured that. Staring ahead, Ghita savored the scents around her, detecting the faint ebony one she needed to direct her. Large paws became surprisingly light and noiseless as she followed the scent, ears bent slightly.
It felt wrong for her to be so enclosed, so trapped. A wolf who needed the sky above her was easily distressed with her surroundings, but she had to remind herself; This was for Jazper. A sight that would surely spur the smile that gave her a mixture of emotions she wasn't quite sure about, and had largely ignored. She hadn't seen him in the past few days, the last time being at the beach where she had first learned how to shift. But that was by no means a large success; As she had such a tattered idea of what she could become, she only succeeded in lengthening her chest fur.
Up one flight of stairs, optics searched the rooms around her, curiosity mixed with all the other ingredients that made her emotions of the day. Still suspicious of being so trapped, it was completely beyond her of just how anyone could manage sleep of all things here. (However, she would soon discover this was easier than it sounded.) His scent thickened close by, causing a grin to slip across ebony lips; Stepping forward, she was relieved to see the door wasn't fully closed, a problem avoided where there could've been one, and she moved into the room.
Instantly hit by a mixture of subtle scarlets and vibrant whites, she let her haunches drop onto the hard floor beneath her, taking a few silent seconds to regard the room around her. The walls were a deep scarlet, calming her for some reason, letting her forget that she was imprisoned within those walls. (She had left the door propped open a tails-width.) The ivory furniture merited exploration, and she nosed it gently, before standing up, resting her larger paws on the top. The bookcase sang to her in a language she could not understand, but perhaps could learn; another skill she could overcome by leaps and bounds. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, obviously the left over embers from a fire the night previous. Remembering her cold, she approached in tentatively, resting on side close enough to it to warm herself, then the other.
That was the moment that Jazper's bed caught her attention. Surprised, she barely stopped herself in time from making a small yip burst out of her chest. The bed just low enough so that, on her hind legs, she could see onto the surface, where an ebony figure lay, in a strange menagerie of long limbs and wolf wrapped around fur pelts. She had waited long enough; the yellowed orb was beginning to stream into a (magical-sinceIdunnoifit'sthere) window, lighting Ghita's frame from behind and sparking an idea alight in her mind. Dropping down, she hid behind the height of the bed, before knocking it several times with her nose. "Jazper? Jazper? I have someting to show you?"
Okay, so when Jazper wakes up a little she's gonna spring from basically under his bed and scare him, kei? Wimpy manthing - 0, Ghita - 2. >D <33 Wc: 700+
Dainty paws danced their tender away around the building, turquoise optics flashing as she tried to comprehend just why any wolf would want to sleep inside. To Ghita, this was weirder than walking everyplace backwards for a change. She loitered at the doorway, just a few feet away from the enclosed building, shivering as the early morning wrapped it's cold fingers around her throat, forcing out air in small puffs of white. The dull scents of brick, mortar and concrete plagued nostrils more comfortable with the subtleties of the forest.
She had done her best to avoid entering buildings as best she could in her life; Inside a pack or not, she still held this policy best she could. But today she had a reason, a damned good one too, for breaking this pact she had made with herself. There was someone she had to see. Despite the dew resting on her 'socks' and biting into her bones, she felt no need to rush herself to enter, although her excitement bubbled around her. She had been sitting here for an hour, her apprehension battling with her excitement, contending viciously, until she lifted herself off the grass, shaking the dew off.
Still unused to her new form, Ghita stumbled forward slightly, goggling at the size she was now. The form felt right to her, although walking around as a Secui was new to her. Her mane had become pure silver, gilded across her back and falling casually over dust-colored fur barely tipped by the same color. Her formerly dainty paws, and still dainty by Secui measurements, were now (to her) the size of dinner plates; At first, Ghita possessed a weird sort of limping gait that was simply due to this fact, but that had long been rid of during the walk over. She felt thicker, heavier, more muscular than she had before, and was gifted with an understanding that Jazper had been hinting at for a while now.
She felt, as Jazper had tried to tell her, more capable in this form - she had quickly discovered the speeds she could reach while running, and had spent the early dawn chasing her tail and romping in a way that she hadn't since she was a pup. She was still slightly tired from the adventure, but the hour of debating had cured that. Staring ahead, Ghita savored the scents around her, detecting the faint ebony one she needed to direct her. Large paws became surprisingly light and noiseless as she followed the scent, ears bent slightly.
It felt wrong for her to be so enclosed, so trapped. A wolf who needed the sky above her was easily distressed with her surroundings, but she had to remind herself; This was for Jazper. A sight that would surely spur the smile that gave her a mixture of emotions she wasn't quite sure about, and had largely ignored. She hadn't seen him in the past few days, the last time being at the beach where she had first learned how to shift. But that was by no means a large success; As she had such a tattered idea of what she could become, she only succeeded in lengthening her chest fur.
Up one flight of stairs, optics searched the rooms around her, curiosity mixed with all the other ingredients that made her emotions of the day. Still suspicious of being so trapped, it was completely beyond her of just how anyone could manage sleep of all things here. (However, she would soon discover this was easier than it sounded.) His scent thickened close by, causing a grin to slip across ebony lips; Stepping forward, she was relieved to see the door wasn't fully closed, a problem avoided where there could've been one, and she moved into the room.
Instantly hit by a mixture of subtle scarlets and vibrant whites, she let her haunches drop onto the hard floor beneath her, taking a few silent seconds to regard the room around her. The walls were a deep scarlet, calming her for some reason, letting her forget that she was imprisoned within those walls. (She had left the door propped open a tails-width.) The ivory furniture merited exploration, and she nosed it gently, before standing up, resting her larger paws on the top. The bookcase sang to her in a language she could not understand, but perhaps could learn; another skill she could overcome by leaps and bounds. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, obviously the left over embers from a fire the night previous. Remembering her cold, she approached in tentatively, resting on side close enough to it to warm herself, then the other.
That was the moment that Jazper's bed caught her attention. Surprised, she barely stopped herself in time from making a small yip burst out of her chest. The bed just low enough so that, on her hind legs, she could see onto the surface, where an ebony figure lay, in a strange menagerie of long limbs and wolf wrapped around fur pelts. She had waited long enough; the yellowed orb was beginning to stream into a (magical-sinceIdunnoifit'sthere) window, lighting Ghita's frame from behind and sparking an idea alight in her mind. Dropping down, she hid behind the height of the bed, before knocking it several times with her nose. "Jazper? Jazper? I have someting to show you?"