The wind wasn't terribly strong today, but it did bother her ears quite a bit during her hunt. Her short thick tail lifted slightly and her ears flattened as she got a sudden scent of someone. Someone from the Circle perhaps? She mused inwardly before shifting painfully into a large bird. Fur was everywhere. Bones snapping. Growls and squaws of pain. The tearing and healing of flesh and muscles. The growth of new bones and disintegration of old. The new emergence of feathers. After a minute of rest, she took off into the air silently and glided along the wind. Luckily for her, not much of those within the Circle know of her shifting abilities beside one person who found her shifting back into her normal Caracal form... she narrowed her eyes as she flew in the direction of the scent, but sadly it went away as did the super scent. Imma had to rely on her eyesight now.
Imma get to the point.... (Kinship private w/nameless)
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★-- IM SO SWEET, LIL' BITCH
☆•° nameless was never one to truly expose another and their secrets. he was like a journal, shut and refusing to give away anything. the fatherly figure had been wandering about, simply exploring. sometimes, he had simply needed a break from everyone. the large canine had always been extremely protective of anyone who had been in the circle, and had considered it family. lightly painted eyes had scanned the skies, spotting a very familiar bird. the retriever didn't get to interact with avians much, other than bluebell. god she was so stubborn. but he had loved her anyways, she was like a daughter to him. but no one could replace ven, not in his heart. ven was the only one who could touch him without him moving away with a glare. "imma?" called out the overly sized soul, watching as the feathered creature flew above him. imma was...definitely a character. he found her often pushing herself, leading him to scolding her. she was extremely stubborn, and the two tended to clash because of it. but he would still protect her. obviously. even if she discouraged him from doing so."speech" tags
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Imma could hear him call her name from up in the roaring winds. She sighed inwardly and swooped down to land on a tree stump beside him. The large bird was roughly 3ish feet in height. "Imma sees your sight is good." She cooed with a little click at the end. Her red eyes wide and looking at the male before her. He was strange yes. His origins unknowngst to her. She only remembers him joining very faintly. This annoyed Imma. She prefers to know everyone's past up front so she can organize the best groups when it comes to hunting. If they have too much in common they might get distracted and talk. But if they are too unlike everyone else, arguments may break out. She clicked her talons against a metal nail in the side of the stump, tilting her head as well. Awaiting a reply from the strange large male.
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★-- IM SO SWEET, LIL' BITCH
☆•° sometimes, nameless would forget that imma spoke in the first person. it was kinda weird, he always kept his mouth shut when he was in a bad mood around her for a reason, knowing they'll end up fighting because he went after that one trait. "only because i need to keep an eye out for ven and bluebell." came out his exhausted words, don't get him wrong, he loved them dearly. it was just that he needed a break every now and then. his eyes had shifted towards the feathered body, cocking an eyebrow as he had taken in her avian form. "and i still see you change ever so often." he considered it weird that she had kept this a secret, and the only reason nameless would know was because he had caught her in the act of switching between her bodies. he kept his mouth silent, however. he wouldn't expose her like that. but he was curious as to why it was so important to keep this a secret from the world. everyone would accept her either way. they were practically family, were they not?"speech" tags
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The Eagle Owl blinked a few times before twisting her head in a different direction. Why was it important again? Oh yeah... "Well... if Imma is to be honest...." She hooted before looking back to him, some sort of a fiery passion within her red marbles. "Imma's Mutti (mom) and Vatti (dad) told Imma to hide it. Imma doesn't know why.... but it must be with how they joined? Something about... saving Imma's kind?" She cooed softly. Growing up as a cub in the Kinship, her parents always placed fear into her of letting others know of her shape-shifting. But she can exploit her other powers, just not her whole body switching. Imma's Vatti was like her, a Caracal, but his other body as an enormous badger. Her Mutti was the same but with a silver salmon body. She could faintly remember her grandmother... or her Oma. She shifted into a Western Screech owl... Imma's tufts on the top of her head lowered a bit. Did she really trust this man? Of course... he had seen her shift and he didn't kill her. So obviously there was a reasoning behind it.