A large black shape trotted from the Skull cave, hooves clopping satisfactorily on the weathered stone. He smiled, basking in the momentary shaft of sunlight that struck his elongated face. Zenith was growing. His coltish body, awkward and disproportionate beside the lithe forms of the felines surrounding him, was fulling out; his muscles were growing, his mane was long and shimmering.
Other things were changing about the once-shy refugee from a tornado that had separated him from his family. For one thing, the stallion seldom entertained thoughts of finding them again. Sometimes, seldom, pangs of longing struck him; urges to travel, to sprint through unfamiliar forests and graze far from his place of birth. Perhaps he would leave for a short time, whetting the urges of his blood, the wanderer's lust that overcame every horse eventually. His loyalty was to the Skulls, however, and he would always return.
Zenith's speech was improving, too. He no longer stammered or paused to search for words when speaking in cat. His sentences were fluid, which he was very proud of. He loved being fluent in another language, especially when he had to use it often. Sometimes when he was out here by himself, he would practice talking in horse, though. An underlying fear of his was that he would forget it. Zenith shook this off of his mind and walked forward, stepping into the wearily familiar forest, smiling and taking it easy.
summer is sweet between my teeth [o]
- ♍ ☯ Lakey ☯ ♍
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OOC: Bump~
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OOC: Bumpeh~
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Ensemble spotted the large shape of the Skull horse - not as though he was easy to miss - and dipped her head respectfully. He was male, after all. "Good afternoon, Zenith," she meowed.
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Zenith nodded to the female, a slightly condescending nod that demonstrated his changes in another respect. He had gained the Skull mentality, and as far as he was concerned, this she-cat was far below him. "Good afternoon," he responded smoothly, enjoying rolling the words off his tongue.
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Ensemble was indeed beneath Zenith - not only in the physical sense, seeing as how he was a horse and as such was much larger than she, a domestic cat - and she acknowledged herself as such, hence the respectful salute upon first seeing him. "How are you doing today?" she inquired politely.
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"Very well, thank you," Zenith responded, shifting his weight to a hoof that had gone dead. He wanted to shake it out to be rid of the horrible tingling, but that wouldn't look professional. "You?" He only asked to continue the small talk; he didn't care in the least how she was doing.
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"Just fine," Ensemble meowed. It wasn't as though the big horse actually cared how she felt - she was only a she-cat, after all. It didn't bother her. She was used to it.
She couldn't really think of anything else to say. The limits of polite conversation had been reached, it seemed, and she doubted anything she would have to say would be interesting, anyway, considering that she was both a female and a cat, much smaller than the male who stood before her.
However, it was difficult to disengage without rudeness. She twitched her tail slightly once before coming up with a possible way of doing it. "I, uh, should probably go hunting," she meowed, tacking a step backwards and dipping her head again in deference. "It was a pleasure speaking with you."
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Zenith nodded, then glanced down at her abruptly. "You are a Peasant, yes? You should be accompanied while hunting. I will go with you," he said with a barely- held- back sigh, "if you have no one to hunt with." He wasn't very good at hunting, and he hated anyone else to see. Ah, well. Sometimes you had to sacrifice comfort for the law.