11-12-2018, 06:32 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He was new to Sunhaven and its territory, and had taken it upon himself to get acquainted with the land. Traversing the beaches was tougher than he would like. His paws made it through the sands with relative ease, although the hooves attached to his back legs didn't have as much luck. Thanks to the thinness of those hind legs of his, they pierced the softer areas like knives, making him walk with a lopsided sort of gait. Thankfully his air elementals provided a sound solution. All he had to do was keep a thin layer of air beneath his hooves on the sand, only thick enough to be noticed by the most trained of eyes. At least one good thing had come from his training.
Sundae had never known Dimitri, and therefore any sudden change in personality would go unnoticed by the angelic hound. He had probably come across the disorder at least once in his life, and had definitely read about it in one of his many textbooks, but identity disorders were not his area of expertise. His childhood had been full of study, although his classes had centred mostly around the art of battle and the occasional history lesson. The skill of identifying things such as dissociative identity disorder was unnecessary to his mission at the time, and was therefore left out of his studies. Of course, now it would do him some good to set some time aside for the studying of the brain. He had been working on his mental manipulation as of late, and who knew how things like alters would effect such a skill? Perhaps now he would have an opportunity to find out.
The sudden crash landing on the beach drew his attention swiftly. Sundae blinked and watched with curious eyes, managing to witness their shift back into a feline. Odd, although he knew of the existence of such powers. They were common in this world, even among the mortals. Marina was already moving to greet them, and after a moment's thought, he did the same. "Greetings," he said smoothly as he approached the pair, eyes lingering on the viridian soul in front of him. "I'm Sundae. It's a pleasure to meet you." He dipped his head, although he didn't break his gaze from Dimitri's face. He was always somewhat guarded around strangers, muscles coiled subtly beneath curls of sunset-tinted fur.
Sundae had never known Dimitri, and therefore any sudden change in personality would go unnoticed by the angelic hound. He had probably come across the disorder at least once in his life, and had definitely read about it in one of his many textbooks, but identity disorders were not his area of expertise. His childhood had been full of study, although his classes had centred mostly around the art of battle and the occasional history lesson. The skill of identifying things such as dissociative identity disorder was unnecessary to his mission at the time, and was therefore left out of his studies. Of course, now it would do him some good to set some time aside for the studying of the brain. He had been working on his mental manipulation as of late, and who knew how things like alters would effect such a skill? Perhaps now he would have an opportunity to find out.
The sudden crash landing on the beach drew his attention swiftly. Sundae blinked and watched with curious eyes, managing to witness their shift back into a feline. Odd, although he knew of the existence of such powers. They were common in this world, even among the mortals. Marina was already moving to greet them, and after a moment's thought, he did the same. "Greetings," he said smoothly as he approached the pair, eyes lingering on the viridian soul in front of him. "I'm Sundae. It's a pleasure to meet you." He dipped his head, although he didn't break his gaze from Dimitri's face. He was always somewhat guarded around strangers, muscles coiled subtly beneath curls of sunset-tinted fur.
everyone will make mistakes
without the sour the sweet wouldn't taste .
"sweet tangerine." — winged hound — sunhaven — tags