07-22-2018, 08:02 PM
ilijas arthur mikaelson
reckless wanderer | noble stag
It was if the great elk's body sensed the danger, his massive form shifting as it rose from the snow in which it had settled to brace for an attack from the direwolf. While he was still taller than it, there was no denying its own impressive size, the muscles that hid under a pelt of alabaster toned and made for killing. This beast would bring him down if he wasn't careful and a part of him screamed that he should change back now... that he should save himself. He could use his regained ability to communicate (as he still refused to do so in this body) to hopefully convince these Snowbounders to call off their guard dog and thus save his life.
But Ilijas wasn't exactly a wise creature. Intelligent, yes, but no amount of knowledge concerning different cultures and history would ever save him from this. And so he did what any good elk would do: prepare for a fight. The antlers that he sported upon his head could gut just about anything, his entire body turning as quickly as it could to hopefully intercept the attack from Ghost. It seemed as if someone had beaten him to it though, a canine that was... wheelchair bound? Interesting. But he barely could appreciate the scene for what it was worth, every instinct of his - both feline and elk - yelling that he stop this by returning to his original form and explaining the situation.
He supposed that he could finally humor himself.
And so he did, easily phasing into the tall feline he was, shoulders rolling as he adjusted his stance to get more comfortable. [color=gray]"Yeah so... This was probably a mistake," He said casually, frowning at the Snowbounders he had managed to draw in. Bet they didn't expect a show with the arrival of an elk. Neat. He smiled though, something akin to a shit eating grin as he focused his attention exclusively on Ghost, [color=gray]"Not your food, sorry. I was thinking about joining so I came to get a feel for the place... Damn, I wish I had my camera."
But Ilijas wasn't exactly a wise creature. Intelligent, yes, but no amount of knowledge concerning different cultures and history would ever save him from this. And so he did what any good elk would do: prepare for a fight. The antlers that he sported upon his head could gut just about anything, his entire body turning as quickly as it could to hopefully intercept the attack from Ghost. It seemed as if someone had beaten him to it though, a canine that was... wheelchair bound? Interesting. But he barely could appreciate the scene for what it was worth, every instinct of his - both feline and elk - yelling that he stop this by returning to his original form and explaining the situation.
He supposed that he could finally humor himself.
And so he did, easily phasing into the tall feline he was, shoulders rolling as he adjusted his stance to get more comfortable. [color=gray]"Yeah so... This was probably a mistake," He said casually, frowning at the Snowbounders he had managed to draw in. Bet they didn't expect a show with the arrival of an elk. Neat. He smiled though, something akin to a shit eating grin as he focused his attention exclusively on Ghost, [color=gray]"Not your food, sorry. I was thinking about joining so I came to get a feel for the place... Damn, I wish I had my camera."
cause god, i never felt young
[align=center][sub]TEMPLATE BY FAUNA[/sub][font=arial][color=black][size=15pt]all of my goodness is going with you now
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