Sitting in the green grass was comfortable. Deamon ran his tiny, pale fingers through the living carpet and felt the cold earth beneath. In Spring, the heat of the sun couldn't reach the ground fully, so often the soil were a lot colder than one would have expected.
It didn't matter. He rarely froze in his animal shape, in human shape though. He could easily be chilled. His lanky bag of bones shivered briefly. He missed his fur. The white coat with the dazzling black stripes could always keep him warm.
Daemon glanced at the two friends. His lucent sapphire eyes wandered from Dex to Syrah. Then his stomach growled loudly. He was still hungry. But he had not discovered any prey so far. A bit upset, he decided to stand up. Although he was supposed to be a nine year old boy, he was undersized. As every young lad, he hoped to advance into something.. Bigger. His stomach utterly an even bigger growl.
Without any further announcement, he silently stepped out of his shoes. The feeling of the grass between his toes tickled and he couldn't restrain a light giggle. He then spread his toes a couple of times and a smile wandering across his face.
Daemon unbuttoned his cloak and let it slip slowly over his rawboned shoulders before it fell to the ground. As a Kelvic, nudity was not something awkward, for him, is was more natural to be without clothes than with them.
In one movement, he streches and jumped forward. In the same instant his human form dissolved in a swirl of lights and where the bareskinned boy should have landed something else appeared.
Compared to normal colored tigers without the white gene, white tigers tend to be much smaller, both at birth and as fully grown adults. As a smaller cub, he was not impressing in size, but almost everything else was breathtaking. His large padded feets was almost the adult size and event though they seemed hug-able, the claws at the end were not. His skull were stout and round in shape, and behind the lips, the powerful jaws where hidden. Daemon was laying on the grass and yawned. You could easily see the string of his almost white milk teeth.
His coat was relaxed and smooth as ever. He had been bathing earlier and because he was clean in human form, the animal form was as well. Therefor his white fur shined along with the black stripes all over his body. Behind the round fluffly ears there were a distinctive white circular spot in the middle of the blackness on each ear.
But you could easily see, that this was not a full-grown tiger.
His hind legs were longer than his front legs. This was normal for tigers, but as a growing youngster, some parts grew in different times. Which meant for Deamon, that at the moment, his hind legs was very clumsy and almost out of control.
Excited to be himself, he purred at the others.