10-11-2018, 01:09 PM
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⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | pursuing. . . | ![[Image: zgR219p.png]](https://i.imgur.com/zgR219p.png)
Keona tapping him with the infamous 'you're it' took him completely by surprise. Mostly for lack of forewarning. There was the matter of her pale eyes, but clearly they weren't deterring her from more speed than be expected. He huffed quietly then launched himself into pursuit, not one to back out of a challenge. If this endeavor seemed childish, Ikaia cared not, being a child and young hunter, tag almost crept up to instinct.
He practically flew off the ship, fighting the salty wind, determined to make up for his originally slow reaction time. When Linux's startled voice reached his ears, he just tossed his head back, blinking. "Sorry!" Not really though.
Breathless voice, sliding paws. As he charged down the bay, he felt his body shift forms. Fur morphed into feathers, and the previously land-locked boy took flight, eyes gleaming. As a small elf owl, he swiftly caught up with silent wings, sure he had the element of surprise. At the last second, his body returned to his preferred form, the little oncilla, aiming to pounce on the smaller child and pin her down with a michievous grin.
"You're it."
Then he scrambled down the beach, racing along the shoreline.
[align=center]Keona tapping him with the infamous 'you're it' took him completely by surprise. Mostly for lack of forewarning. There was the matter of her pale eyes, but clearly they weren't deterring her from more speed than be expected. He huffed quietly then launched himself into pursuit, not one to back out of a challenge. If this endeavor seemed childish, Ikaia cared not, being a child and young hunter, tag almost crept up to instinct.
He practically flew off the ship, fighting the salty wind, determined to make up for his originally slow reaction time. When Linux's startled voice reached his ears, he just tossed his head back, blinking. "Sorry!" Not really though.
Breathless voice, sliding paws. As he charged down the bay, he felt his body shift forms. Fur morphed into feathers, and the previously land-locked boy took flight, eyes gleaming. As a small elf owl, he swiftly caught up with silent wings, sure he had the element of surprise. At the last second, his body returned to his preferred form, the little oncilla, aiming to pounce on the smaller child and pin her down with a michievous grin.
"You're it."
Then he scrambled down the beach, racing along the shoreline.
( you are the dawn of a new day that's waking, a masterpiece still in the making )
[glow=black,2,300]a masterpiece still in the making[/glow]
⚓ the typhoon & beta & demonic siren & rped by pluto