[ Her keen ears hear him. That bird-call, piercing through the air and across the sky. A familiar voice, and one of the few she will answer to. The margay-- small, sleek, and quick-- makes her way across the landscape through the trees. The branches cradle her, protect her in their shadows as she moves above the ground in leaps and bounds.
When the trees thin to nothing but snow-covered pines, she walks along in the white. It's not her climate, not by far, and it would be dangerous for an animal of her coloring to wander this way, if she were an ordinary beast. But she is anything but.
She finds her friend perched high above, in one of the mighty pines. A low, rolling meow announces her presence. ]
[ Hearing that answer, the bird chirrups its greeting and jumps from the branch, landing easily with powerful pushes of those wings. The gust barely stirs the dead ground.
Niarkhos uncurls into the form of a man, kneeling, elbows braced on thighs, smiling calm and subdued but not unfriendly and not without that glimmer of mischief. ]
[ Seamlessly, the sleek form of the spotted margay shifts into that of a woman. She runs her hands through her hair, pushing short strands back from her face with an exhale that comes out like fog in the cold. ]
I could come back later, if you want. [ She responds a bit wryly. Her cheeks are quickly turning rosy in the frigid air. ] Where is the fox?
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When the trees thin to nothing but snow-covered pines, she walks along in the white. It's not her climate, not by far, and it would be dangerous for an animal of her coloring to wander this way, if she were an ordinary beast. But she is anything but.
She finds her friend perched high above, in one of the mighty pines. A low, rolling meow announces her presence. ]
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Niarkhos uncurls into the form of a man, kneeling, elbows braced on thighs, smiling calm and subdued but not unfriendly and not without that glimmer of mischief. ]
You're earlier than I thought you'd be.
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I could come back later, if you want. [ She responds a bit wryly. Her cheeks are quickly turning rosy in the frigid air. ] Where is the fox?
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