Andarin: The Mountains: --dear any

It is time. The voice is eerie, almost a growl as it rumbles in the base of his throat. The panther does not just leap from the tree, but almost fall. And even so, he lands upon his feet, taking a step towards him, lips slightly apart as he narrows his eyes at the painted stallion. His voice curling itself in his mind.

But Micah does nothing, he stands there before him, watching him as anger takes over. As the darkness collides in his heart, beckoning him to come. His skin moves, and ripples as wooded pieces fit across his skin. His eyes begin the change as they soon become and airy green. His super does not take over, as it rarely ever has. But they are left standing face to face. The black Leopard and the Horse, for this is truthfully the first time they have ever come to a disagreement.

“Time for what?“ He bellows, the earth rattles below him as his earth thrashes violently around him. He doesn’t know why he said it aloud perhaps more of an effect. Even so he does he leaves the space in his mind to his snarling companion.

The cat pulls back, He had never known him to show anger, not to this extent. He had watch Rowan beat him, and still he had done nothing. But the cat knows, or thinks he knows what is best for him. As he reminds him of the young child dwelling on the shores. A brief snort escapes from his already flaring nostrils, steam rolls across the wind as he turns from him wading into the darkness of the forest. Leaving his companion behind him, eventually he will follow as he always had. More like a dog then a cat.

For now he dwells within himself, his mind vacant except for the anger that brooded inside him.

What was wrong with him, were the mountains not good enough? He snorts, almost laughing as it builds high in his throat. “No“ He speaks.

For he knows his cat only believes in morals, the rights and the wrongs, leaving a child let alone two, and a lover he never sees was not exactly a right now was it? But what did he know? Even sharing the same mind, perhaps, he didn’t even know this was coming, as the anger swelled like a dead dear within him.

Oh Micah was changing, anger was not something he shed often, nor was hate. But even that was yet to come, eventaully it would as all things had, and will. If whatever sick-twisted family he had wished to join him, then surley they would. No one came after him.

Micah was alone in the forest, wandering in the depths of Andarin.

se. micah
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;