pawstepsinthesnow

Adelaide stretched carefully, curling her hands into fists and then stretching her fingers out as far as they would go. Human hands. Not the ketucari paws she was so used to. So, had that old trickster decided it was her turn for a prank? She felt so unstable on two legs instead of four. This new guise would take some getting used to... She was tall, by human standards. Slender, though not frail. Her hair was thick, glossy, down to her waist. A beautiful teal blue that faded to a deeper ocean blue towards the ends. At a minimum, her features seemed appropriately refined... though she felt quite vulnerable in this new shape. The dress didn't help. She kept getting her legs tangled in it. How did two-legged creatures manage? --- Desrosiers stood outside his daughter's door. A massive ryno with flowing, shimmery fur in a rich teal, and arching horns high over his back, he gently rapped his claws against the wood. While Adelaide often spent as much time before the mirror as he did

Ruairí stretched, arching his back and rolling his shoulders. A human form was inconvenient in some ways, very convenient in others. It was... that time of year again, it seemed. He'd woken up in this form, though it was far from the first time he'd made use of it. He hung his jacket on a nearby tree branch (leaving it dangling over where the rest of his clothes were folded), and took another step down towards the stream. If he was stuck like this for a bit, he might as well make use of it for a nice soak. He appreciated that he was still quite the sight like this-- tall, muscular, and angular. A rose-vine tattoo curled over his right shoulder and down his back. He tugged the tie out of his scarlet hair-- though left in the braid-- and stepped into the water. --- Spring outside of the Ravine was a strange experience. Warmer, wetter. He liked it, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy. Even if his body wasn't currently his own. He padded carefully on two legs away from the heart of

The Singing Vale lived up to its name. The rocks screamed, wind blowing through holes in the cliffs and resonating like the worlds deepest woodwind orchestra. Birds sang and whooped and called out, joined by imps and the strangely melodic droning of the bristled anta. The jungle was alive with sound in much the way the White City was, and yet it was such a completely different sound that Ikoro wasn't certain that he hadn't been transported into another world. It was beautiful. Colorful. And also ungodly humid. It wasn't just the birds that were noisy, either. Growling, Ikoro swatted at something that looked like a hummingbird, but was very clearly out for his blood. It hummed in anger, and darted instead to Ikoro's fiery companion to buzz around Havarl's ears. "Why does somewhere as beautiful as this, have bloodsucking birds?" he asked the other toa. "Can't say I'd be upset if something were to wipe 'em out." --- "Wish I could do more to keep them off you." Havarl growled and snapped

A low, mournful creek filled the small chamber, a sugar sweet breeze from outside the candle-lit room made the candles flutter around the young ketucari known as ‘Hinoka’, though they returned to life quickly enough. A familiar scent wrapped around her, soon followed by the bearer pressing his chest against her back and coiling himself into a hug. She leaned back into the gesture, grappling with the hollow feeling in her belly. This should be something exciting, or nerve wracking. Instead… “How are you holding up?” Toshi asked, his voice gentle and low, careful not to carry out of the chamber, his silvery feathers tickling her neck. “Numb.” Hinoka answered. “Chiyo should be here, not me.” The loss of their sister was still fresh, but it was that time of year… the time of year where strangers most wanted to see their loved ones. How unfair was it that she could show them all of their loved ones—children, siblings, parents, lovers—and couldn’t see her own? Masatoshi hooked his paw more