whittling away at the time

Vesper · 11-16-2011, 09:54 AM

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Word Count → 487 :: Sorry for the wait! And for my sake I'm going to assume this thread takes place before Vesper joined.

Vesper panted softly as she leaned her dark-splattered shoulder against a tree. She had been running throughout Inferni’s forest for a long time now, and the pair of rabbits at her paws was the fruit of her labor. That, and a newfound understanding of the speed of the secui form, which she was currently in. The halfling form was one that she had not thoroughly visited since her transformation. It was more comfortable and faster than her optime form, for sure, and even stronger and faster than the other four-legged shape she had been born with. She’d been satisfied by her speed while exercising, even if her agility had been compromised. It wasn’t her lupus form, but it made her feel on par with a gray wolf in both size and strength.

She found the place inside her—a new and unfamiliar place still—and grabbed the concentration she needed for the transformation. Shifting from secui to optime didn’t take quite as long as from lupus, but it was no less disorienting. Her limbs lengthened with sickening cracks, and her perspective changed drastically as she rose up on her two paws. She leaned more heavily against the tree when she was done, her heavy breathing having not ceased. She nearly fell over when she bent down to take the two rabbits in her hands, but she regained balance and shook her head.

Time to go find some Inferni member to chuck these at, Vesper thought with a wry twist of her mouth. She hunted for herself when she was able to, but since she was not yet a member of the clan, she made sure to bring meat for the actual residents too. She had told Enkiel that she would work for her stay here, and giving one rabbit to an Inferni member for every rabbit she ate seemed to be a good compromise. Sometimes she left them near the mansion for some random coyote to snatch, but it was always better to hand them off personally.

The scent of another coywolf made her perk up and walk in that direction. When she approached, it seemed that the other hybrid was busy with something, though Ves was also busy staring at the ginger hair that spilled in braids down onto her rust-colored shoulders. A crooked grin tugged at her mouth, but she said nothing until she had come closer.

It was then that she saw what the woman was working on—something with a small block of wood and a rock? She dropped the rabbits with a thump, head tilted and eyes narrowed. Despite her growing familiarity with her hands and the blades she’d seen others use, the concept of creating something never came to her. Realizing that the woman was too entranced in her work to quite notice, she hunkered down on her haunches, grabbing the rabbits again.

“What are you working on?” Vesper asked softly.

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