[This roleplay is rated Mature for any of the following reasons, in moderation or excess: swearing, violence, sexual themes, alcohol or drug use or abuse, and things that do not fit these limitations. Reader discretion is advised.]
Shifting Tides
OoC
It was a dark morning in Luxen, and a panther was on the prowl. She slunk through the long grasses surrounding the Lucet encampment, her midnight tail swishing ever so slowly behind her. Her determined eyes were on a trio of children nearby, giggling and chatting among themselves. It wasn't until the panther had already leapt that one of the children screamed. The other two got up and ran, putting distance between themselves and the predator. The one captured child, a light-skinned boy of seven, tried fruitlessly to wriggle from the big cat's clutch.
It was then that the boy began to change. His body was enveloped in a light, colorless, and his form faded away. When the light faded, he had penguin flippers in the place of his arms that he furiously beat against the panther. From the distance, the other two children pointed and laughed.
The panther was toying with her prey. She pawed at his new flippers, licked at his hairy head. The boy squirmed under her touch. When her tail wiggled under his nose, he giggled and swatted. "Clover!" he yelled. "Clover, please, mercy!"
The panther slunk off of the penguin-boy. A light took over her too, brighter than the boy's. In the panther's place stood a woman, laughing jollily. She hefted the boy into her muscular arms and touched noses with him. "Gotcha!"
The boy cuddled closer to her. The other two children returned, reaching up to the woman. She laughed and set the penguin-boy down, then ruffled the hair of the other two children. The girl moved away, then tried to straighten her messy black hair. "You scared us!" she said.
"Yeah," said the other boy, a dark-skinned kid with a scar along his arm. "No fair, we can't keep up.
"I know," the woman replied, sticking her tongue out. "You should have seen the look on your--
"Clover."
The woman stopped and turned around to see the tribal elder. Sophia had an even look, though there was an annoyance in her eyes. Beside Clover, the three children scurried off.
Sophia sighed. "Still playing with the children," she said. "When will you begin to act like a woman? By this time your mother was already pregnant with you."
Clover bowed slightly. "I know," she replied. "I was just riling them up, training them in case anyone ever makes another sneak attack. I'm preparing the next generation to bolster our defenses. See? That's mature of me." But it was clear the elder was not buying it. Clover bowed lower. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'll get to work. See you at supper." With that, Clover slunk away in shame.
The chores could wait. Clover hated being talked down to by the elder. She knew the drill: everyone was always disappointed in her, and while Sophia told her as much often, she wouldn't ever change. She wasn't like the other Lucet, had been different since the time of her birth. The All-Conforming Lucet, they'd called her. The weird one who never had to pick a form. She was supposed to be celebrated for her ability, but instead, she was ridiculed. Clover was only reminded of how different she was. She didn't want to settle down with anyone, didn't want kids of her own, didn't like carrying her weight. Clover was a free spirit, and she wanted to explore her own life. She just didn't understand why Lucet did not live that way.
By the time Clover realized where she was, the sun was ready to set. She didn't remember becoming a lynx, but she'd gotten father than she would have as a human. Clover regained her human form, and she squinted into the distance. Before her was the Dweirithian city-state of Belhira. It was the closest remaining settlement to her family, the base of her enemies. Clover, like all Lucet, knew the history of her continent. Dweirith had been destroyed by the Lucet that had teamed up with the other humans, the Umalir. Even if she hated the Umalir as much as Dweirith, Clover would not be welcome here.
And yet, she could not yet leave. She had never been so far from her rainforest, and curiosity led her closer to the city's borders. Clover knew she would stick out like a sore thumb: her tanned skin was not so common in the mountainous region; her outfit of shorts and a bandeau did not at all fit the climate; she knew none of the customs of the Dweirith and would only make a fool of herself. Most odd, however, were Clover's eyes. She had the dark red irises shared by all her people, the most obvious sign of a Lucet.
The further up the mountain she got, the more her body shivered. She had to take the form of a slick white fox in order to continue. She made her way to the city, and she wove between the buildings. Clover had never been in a city before, and everything was new. The buildings were so much sturdier, and the roads were paved. People shuffled around wearing their thick furs, ignoring the snow-white animal with scarlet eyes. Clover took it all in, completely forgetting supper preparations, one hundred and twenty miles away.
As she explored, Clover stumbled upon a man. He had amassed a crowd, and he seemed to be entertaining them somehow. The fox wove her way between the crowd to get to the front. She watched the man curiously. He seemed to be playing some kind of instrument, and singing, and his discarded cloak contained several small medal pieces upon it. Coins, Clover realized. It must have been the currency of Dweirith. He was playing for the coins? What a curious ritual.
While Clover watched, she heard someone behind her speak out. "Fox!" they yelled. "Furs!" chimed someone else. She looked up, panicked, and took off. Her cover was blown, and she needed to get away. Slipping into an alleyway, she assumed her natural form. She'd stand out now, but she was already in the heart of the city. Now she was trapped. She needed warmth, and she remembered that she needed coins to barter for those. Thinking quickly, Clover got an idea. She retraced her steps, and taking in a breath, she darted.
She was unusually quick as she approached the musician. She did not address him, instead swooping down to take the coins from his cloak. She clutched them as she continued to run, hoping this would be enough to cover some kind of clothing that would keep her from frostbite. Clover was not ready to leave yet. She'd just gotten here, and for once in her life, she had the chance to explore. She was not going to give this up.
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