[[Shooting Star]];;Cantone

[T o X i c]

C A N T O N E
Only one thing I want, only one thing I need.

It’s a stunning thing, that of another life other than your own. Quite puzzling it is to a youthful heart. Having to envisage dissimilar feelings, sanity, and engagements. A whole new-fangled method of existence and how to deal with it. Instead of lethal claws, you would have an insanely putrid aroma or taste to predators. In place of luminous mottled plumage for courting, you have a convoluted dance to perform to your lover. At some point, you would feel like breaking yourself open to escape back to your original body. The feeling of being homesick would be overwhelming could you ever feel something of this sort.

He contemplated all of this, while he came, eyes gazing upwards towards the clear blue skies, wispy clouds shading parts of the sun.

The massive grey stag's entrance was impressive. His body materialized over the rise of a lush, soft, green hill. An elegant mug was held up high, showing how proud he was of himself. His dark hooves clattered against many round, smooth stones. Massive muscles bulged under the ashen peltage. Tassel fluttered along behind the brute, falling slowly back to his rump only after his movement's slowed to a full stop.

Dark eyes scanned the vast valley below him. The cool foliage that swept across all he could see felt nice upon his sensitive frog. There were a few lonely trees dotting the place that, also, were in full bloom. The few clouds parted from the spring sun, allowing the heat beat against his back, warming his lightly hued canvas.

Such a beauty. Only a fine maiden would have claimed such a beauty!

An utter. A mere whisper floated onto the horizon, flowing down and flying across the land, though all but the last part could be heard. But he was correct. This land was magnificent all together. He folded out his alabaster feathered wings and gave a single massive beat of them, the sudden rush of wind parting through his huge flight plumage. With this one flap, he rose into the sky, pulling his pistons in close to his body as to give more buoyancy to his flight. He allowed his eyes to flutter a bit, shielding them from the wind. But, it felt so nice against his flanks and mug. It was amazing.

This is how he loved to live. He, of course, was Cantone.

I'm sorry for using my diety try, but I want to RP yet my muse is completely drained! -sniffle-