Andarin: The Mountains: say hello to my pretty little friend;

“I will only hurt myself.“ He says, in whispers as the air floods around him. It was more an answer to what she had said, maybe he should let the thing inside him go, if he doesn’t he would only be hurting himself.

He watches Oceantree, with almost shy embarrassment. But it was short lived as the wind began to take him. It spun, round and round about him, taking in the leaves and debris they lay loose. Nimir-raj had eventually made his way towards Oceantree. Watching it as the wind roughed up his fur. A vortex was woven around him, the air was no longer calm or still, but corrupted and violent as it raged on, grabbing, snatching earth fibers from the mountains. Micah was almost non-existent in this world as what lay before them almost a miniture tornado of sorts.

Inside he did not scream, inside he was quite as he thrashed about fighting the pain, as the velocity of the spiral broke him away in pieces, his earth there alive, so alive, sewing him back together again. The process seemed much longer then it actually was, but as the wind died, the spiraling thing ceased as well. And Micah, or Namir, whoever it may have been laid unconscious for the moment across the damp soil.

Nimir-raj went to him, curious, his yellow eyes almost penetrating the thing. He was large in size, if not Micahs natural size or somewhat larger. He had coarse dark fur flecked with pieces of leaves and matted dirt. Dark spots covered him, he was so much different from the darkness of Nimir-raj’s fur, he was almost like the natural leopards. But larger, much larger, holding elements of the earth. The familiar couldn’t touch him. His paws stood inches from his face when Namir awoke with a scream. Green eyes flecked in brown shot open as he rebounds backing into the forest wood.

The wildness, the chaos, for now Micah lays dormant inside of Namir, leaving him to do as he pleases.

Namir, his beast so to say.

But Micah awakens, and his body is sent in tremors as he forces the cat back, feeling the bloodlust, the hunger as it devours his own stomach. It is not words that come from the oracle-cats mouth. Instead he speaks directly to Oceantree, without touching her thoughts, he just imprints his own inside hers. “Its hard to contain him even now.“ The cat fights itself as Micah gains control. Nimir-raj trys to bat a playful paw at him but Micah growls softly, Namir escapes him then, leaving just his form solid and whole enough for the time being.

[ooc: just so you know Micah is actually based out of a book. He’s a wereleopard and yeah, basically this is where all this is coming from lmao.]

oc. micah; the warden
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;
earth and air III; barkskin and namir