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rainbowfic2016-02-01 01:05 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2016-02-01 01:05 am
Entry tags:
Goddamnit Green #7, Aurora #19
Name: Greenling
Story: Shatterverse
Colors: Goddamnit Green #7 (Image), Aurora #19 (Witching Hour)
Supplies and Styles: Not particularly.
Word Count: 142
Rating: G
Warnings: Nope.
Summary: A little piece trying to develop some of the magic system in the Shatterverse.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Muscles moved in shoulders not hers, hard-calloused paws hit dirt and rocks, solid but muted. Night breeze through fur, like extra skin. Nice. Faint and far away. Shay's presence slipped into her field-of-thought again, urging her forward, and Jackie concentrated, pushing further into the sensation. She opened her eyes a little, and blurrishly vertical strips resolved themselves into trees. She smelled forest, and warm humidity, and a rabbit; the dog was on the trail. It was hungry.
For a moment, she even felt Shay in the same body, lightly under the dog's skin, the vague sensation of familiar-humanshape-canineshape filtered through her and the animal's senses. Packmate. The dog paused and wagged its tail a little, sniffing the air with confusion. Amusement, coming from Shay.
This is freaky, said Jackie. Shay sent a bit of affirmation in response.
You'll get used to it.
Story: Shatterverse
Colors: Goddamnit Green #7 (Image), Aurora #19 (Witching Hour)
Supplies and Styles: Not particularly.
Word Count: 142
Rating: G
Warnings: Nope.
Summary: A little piece trying to develop some of the magic system in the Shatterverse.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Muscles moved in shoulders not hers, hard-calloused paws hit dirt and rocks, solid but muted. Night breeze through fur, like extra skin. Nice. Faint and far away. Shay's presence slipped into her field-of-thought again, urging her forward, and Jackie concentrated, pushing further into the sensation. She opened her eyes a little, and blurrishly vertical strips resolved themselves into trees. She smelled forest, and warm humidity, and a rabbit; the dog was on the trail. It was hungry.
For a moment, she even felt Shay in the same body, lightly under the dog's skin, the vague sensation of familiar-humanshape-canineshape filtered through her and the animal's senses. Packmate. The dog paused and wagged its tail a little, sniffing the air with confusion. Amusement, coming from Shay.
This is freaky, said Jackie. Shay sent a bit of affirmation in response.
You'll get used to it.
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