( whatever requisite he needs to transform? well, this is probably one of them. it's not the first time he's seen soren upset, but to the point where his eyes are literally nothing and with the sharpest fangs he's witnessed in quite some time? well, that gets the tiniest bit of tongue peeking out between his lips. the familiar whitish-blue light surrounds him and soon he's on all fours, tail writing behind him like a charmed snake.
it's the heat of... is that his anger? is it rage? whatever it is, it has him laughing. it's been a long time since he's been chased, and his legs need some stretching. it's not the nervous energy of a youth, but it feels close. he can't really focus on why it's that way.
either way.
the ground is a blur as he dashes, paws peppering the earth with a particular grace. the closest and lowest branch receives his attention, and ranulf takes that opportunity to start using the trees as his way to avoid the dragon, bouncing from limb to limb.
he's fast--- maybe a hair slower than what he'd consider his fastest. after all, ranulf doesn't want to get caught. or maybe he does. )
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it's the heat of... is that his anger? is it rage? whatever it is, it has him laughing. it's been a long time since he's been chased, and his legs need some stretching. it's not the nervous energy of a youth, but it feels close. he can't really focus on why it's that way.
either way.
the ground is a blur as he dashes, paws peppering the earth with a particular grace. the closest and lowest branch receives his attention, and ranulf takes that opportunity to start using the trees as his way to avoid the dragon, bouncing from limb to limb.
he's fast--- maybe a hair slower than what he'd consider his fastest. after all, ranulf doesn't want to get caught. or maybe he does. )