ɴycтopнoвια [a shapeshifter rp] ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵘˢᶤᶰᵉˢˢ

Sounds good to me! XD I'll lurk around then!)

I'm fine either way! ^^ Starting would be fun, but if you'd rather wait I don't mind!)

Sounds good to me!)

(Somehow I managed to write all this with one hand...
My starters are always long because I want to give everyone a good idea of who my characters are! Posts might get shorter as time goes on~)

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Kitae relished the freedom and space that the summer home provided- the space in particular. The artful building is cleverly hidden behind a copse of trees despite being placed atop a hill, and the surrounding forest practically functions as a 'backyard'. It could use a bit more water, but is otherwise perfect for sunning himself in his serpent's body. Maintaining a careful balance of Qi requires constant focus- or constant sleep. Kitae prefers the latter, staying out all day in a contented coil. He moves only to chase the sun, languidly uncurling his lengthy body to make for the next sunbeam as it grows smaller with the passing of the day. At night he settles into meditation, guarding the house while others venture out to patrol. The compulsion is likely tied into animal instincts as much as it is the paranoia or caution of one being hunted, an imugi possesses neither. Knowledge of their history coupled with some innermost confidence has made him rather blasé regarding personal safety. The existence of an imugi's natural enemies is debatable, and his instincts lean more toward protection than predation.
Or at least he'd like to believe that is so...

The shifter tries not to think too much- he should be sleeping, but there's no use in returning to amorphous dreams when an exceptionally bright energy is nearing at a rapid pace and blotting them out. "Kitty!"

Isabeau bounds up to the serpent, the loose braid he'd tied his wisteria hair into coming unbound and scattering flowers behind him. He'd likely been prancing around in the patch of wildflowers he'd found the other day; Kitae had once caught him singing with birds like some Disney princess. Beau stays outside nearly all day as well, which is why he seems to believe it's his job to update Kitae on goings on amongst the group or attempt to wheedle him into joining them more often. He slits open one eye with an inward sigh. "Oh! Bother-" The younger shifter pinwheels his arms as he comes to an unstable stop, attempting to regain his balance and nearly face-planting into obsidian scales. He then recovers with a theatric twirl on one foot before trying to save what few flowers he can before they fall. "Sorry to interrupt your nap- again...Stassi made dinner this time and I thought you'd want to come!"

Kitae closes his eye. "I know- 'meditation is easier on an empty stomach.'" Isabeau attempts to mimic his voice- naturally light tone dropping in register and becoming more sibilant. "But! If you come this time I won't bother you tomorrow! And," he lowers his voice now, fingers playing with a curling lock of hair. "We...probably won't be able to stay much longer. So we should cherish the time we have!" Again his mood shifts, now bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet. "Right? Right!"

Silvery eyes narrow briefly before the imugi capitulates and begins to shrink in size. Still, Kitae is taller than Beau, and instinctively raises his chin to avoid an impromptu headbutt when the other shifter throws himself at him and wraps arms around his narrow waist in an excited hug. Isabeau informed him that it is a 'glom' or 'glomp' but Kitae refuses to say either of those words. He doesn't mind that he is familiar with them, though. It's understandable that the other experiments might not be as fond of 'skinship' as the previously touch-starved Caladrius, and thus Kitae is the primary target of his affections. The imugi doesn't mind, as he's accustomed to physical affection as well. He ruffles Beau's hair in anticipation of him letting go but finds legs wrapping around him instead. Onyx eyes peer up at him pleadingly. "Carry me?"

Kitae staggers dramatically and Isabeau squeaks, grip tightening. "I can't I'm...so weak from hunger..." He makes as if to fall forward and Beau hastily releases him, narrowly avoiding a fall of his own when Kitae catches him by the arm. "Hey!" The younger shifter pouts and attempts to hit him but is met with empty air.

"I'll race you back." It's another capitulation- a rare one. Kitae hates physical exertion but Isabeau disregards that and takes off like a shot. He moves as if to follow and then shortens his strides to a brisk walk. Beau won't notice until he's halfway there.

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Isabeau arrives in a huff, crossing his arms and childishly stomping one of his worn sharpie-covered shoes. "You lied to me!" Kitae follows with a serene smile, closing and locking the door that had previously been thrown open.
"It was a race. You won." He waves his hands in mock congratulations- Beau likes jazz hands. And yet he isn't forgiven until he presents the bird-shifter with a daisy he'd picked on his leisurely stroll. "Here's your prize." Isabeau dimples at him and twirls to face those who had already sat down to eat. "Hey guys! Look who I brought!"
He presents Kitae with much fanfare, waving his hands and throwing imaginary roses at his feet. "Just in time for spaghetti! Smells great Stassi~"

No worries! I took a break to grind some Ultimate Custom Night (FnaF) XD)