Russian Hide & Seek [OPEN]

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

does it seem like I'm looking for an answer to a question I can't ask

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[/i] he said, his voice echoing in the cave slightly. The fire crackled slightly and a deposit of sap snapped, making Audrey turn her gaze toward the licking flames, watching as an ember flew up into the air, then floated slowly to the ground, fizzling out after a second. Audrey nodded her head, and as if the thought of getting sleep was a cue, she opened her mouth in a wide yawn. It wasn’t until she was done that she spoke again. “Yeah. . . I suppose you’re right. I don’t have, like, any sense of time though right no. . . left my phone at the hotel. . . ,” she muttered more to herself than to Jazper. She watched him stand up and walk toward the back of the cave and started to undress. Looking away, Audrey tried to decide what she was going to do for sleeping. Shifting seemed like a better idea, and it appeared to be the same thing Jazper thought.

Audrey could hear his hooves clopping against the stone, and she looked over her shoulder to see the large horse settle in on the ground. Audrey tilted her head to the side and smiled. “I thought you didn’t like sleeping in your furry form?” she commented with a smile, teasing him more than anything. She sat back slightly and turned her back to the horse, pulling the snaps apart on the trench coat before pulling her arms from the holes. She didn’t remove it completely, just let it sit on her shoulders. At least they could still communicate through their minds. Her body contorted and Audrey let out a sharp cry of pain that turned into a yowl and she was on her fours, her shoulders heaving with the effort. Shifting back was always easier for Audrey. With the trench coat still over her shoulders like some sort of blanket, she lied herself down and curled up, heaving a sigh as she settled in. That fire feels good on my fur. I'm such a cat, she commented.
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[/B][/COLOR] Finished
I'M TAGGING !? Jazper
WE'RE AT !? In a cave
MY WORD COUNT !? 544
MY OUTFIT !? Trench coat + fur
SOME NOTES !? Yay for having muse.
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

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Jazper’s drooped ears twitched and turned in Audrey’s direction when she mocked him. His mercury eyes glimmered slightly with playfulness as he spoke back to her. “I don’t like it, but since I value all of my appendages I think its best I stay warm. No sleep is better than no fingers.” he laughed mentally, out stretching a long muscled front leg as if he were wiggling his non-existent fingers. All that was there was a massive hoof that he soon drug back to his body to become comfortable again. The plus to being a horse was that you really didn’t care what you slept on, so long as you could get off of your feet, or… hooves.

Closing his eyes soon after Jazz tried to forget the thoughts that had been brought back into the front of his mind. Though his silver equine eyes were incapable of tears, he was crying on the inside. The sorrow in his heart was heavy and he missed his brother. He missed his mother as well. One by one all the good people in his life had died away and left him alone. Still the boy kept himself happy, he forced himself to be happy because moping did nothing. When Jazper finally shoved the visions away there was a sharp cry.

Within seconds Jazper was on his feet, ears alert and flicking around. His tail flicked as he breathed deep and steady, instincts flooding his system. All too soon Jazz wished that he hadn’t jumped up and freaked out, because it had only been Audrey shifting over into her cat form. A deep huff exited his flared nostrils, making the flames flicker to the side trying to escape his breath. His head dropped in embarrassment as he apologized. “Ignore that. Stupid horsey powers.” he laid down, hiding his face in his wavy mane. After a pause he did respond to her phrase. “I don’t think you have to be a cat to enjoy warmth on your fur. I like it too. Maybe it’s just a comfort thing.” His rough voice was timid now, very much embarrassed at his reaction earlier.