OH, but there were squirrels still about. Not real ones of course. These squirrels were Akriel's ghost servants. Since coming through the portal and gaining his...odd feline transformation...he'd also noticed that he could talk to his ghosts now. Some were smarter than others but calling up the same ones for specific tasks seemed to work better than new ones each time. The squirrels were wonderfully adept at locating his sister whenever she'd left his sight for too long.
Tiny, ghostly paws scuttle through the humid forest at breakneck speed. One gets clawed up by a predator, another falls into a puddle of something rank but alas, the last one finds her and crawls up her legs to rest on her back. It dances and squeaks its joy at having won the race this time. Having gleaned her location Akriel lets his wings draw him into the air. She's a ways away. Perhaps he could use his new form? The squirrel-ghost's eyes widen and it squeaks its firm disapproval before it poofs back into nothingness.
Now how did this thing work anyways? He tries focusing but nothing happens. Kicking, sprinning, yelling? Nothing. Frustrated, he yells in a rage, and then it happens. A deafening wail fills the air around him and then, with an excruciatingly painful pop, he's nothing but mist. He has to wait a full minute before he can move but as soon as he can he's off, screeching through the air. Oh, it felt so good to be angry, to be wild, to be alive in this form. He catapults through the air, as fast as the fastest speed his wings could carry him, for a solid eight minutes before he spots her and the other horse on the ground.
The phantasm turns and aims for the space between the two. The siren's wail fills the air once more and as soon as his ethereal body touches the ground he turns into a horse again with a similarly loud pop. Oh, but it still hurts just as bad and he's exhausted now. He stands there, not moving, for a minute but does manage a nod in hello and then. "Well, dear sister, not everyone always wants to listen to what you have to say. Perhaps they aren't even staring at you?" He winks at her before looking to the mare in front of them. His monotone voice is tinged with a pleasant tone, "Greetings, I am Akriel. She is my twin." Never one for elaborations he then remains silent. Castiella's ever present, ever watching, ghostly protection. Well, now with cat eyes, longer white hair on his belly and chest, fangs occasionally peeking out from under his lips, and leopard spots. Can't leave those features out now.
"Speechity, Speech, Speech."
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