( he's confident enough to turn his head and catch the magnificent sight of soren using his wings in order to keep barreling toward him. it's the kind of thing that makes ranulf's heart sing with delight; one of those fantasies that he never thought he'd have, but there they are: the winged and scaled boy chasing after the blue, smiling cat. his pulse is in his ears and the thrum of adrenaline makes every twitch of a movement feel like he's leaping into sunny skies without a care in the world.
but then he feels the energy of something slide directly underneath him, blowing the next almost out from under his paws. instinct takes over and he braces for impact despite knowing he'd land on all fours without getting seriously injured. the soft soil, combined with what might be the softest grass he's ever felt, allows him to then tumble and roll for a bit, before coming to a stop on his back.
he's been getting better at being comfortable with himself prone, eyes skyward.
and as quickly as ranulf had shifted before, the light returns and so does his humanoid form. immediately after? he laughs. )
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but then he feels the energy of something slide directly underneath him, blowing the next almost out from under his paws. instinct takes over and he braces for impact despite knowing he'd land on all fours without getting seriously injured. the soft soil, combined with what might be the softest grass he's ever felt, allows him to then tumble and roll for a bit, before coming to a stop on his back.
he's been getting better at being comfortable with himself prone, eyes skyward.
and as quickly as ranulf had shifted before, the light returns and so does his humanoid form. immediately after? he laughs. )