Even after only a few paces of walking, the young ocelot grows bored and she begins to jump and bounce around, running in circles about his legs. Once or twice, she even swipes at the moving legs, with playful intent. But, in her immature excitement, she had not retracted her claws. She was young, however, and ego-centric, her thoughts didn't go much beyond her own little world. Any damage done was not at the front of her mind in the slightest. He stopped, and it takes a few moments for Kalina to stop too. When she finally does, though, she glances around, following the man's gaze as he speaks to her. Many of the words spoken by the man went above her head; her grasp of language was limited and many if his words Kalina had no meaning to the Kelvic. Nevertheless, she looks around at the lands surrounding the pair, she notices a distinct lack of humans around. She does, however, see much other life around. Her demeanour changes suddenly; not for the first time, she becomes a predator, giving into her animalistic instincts. It takes much of the ocelot kitten's self control not to charge off in pursuit of the other animals. The man speaking once again breaks her out of her predatory state, and she glances upwards, mewling at him. She remembers why she had been brought here, what actions had led the man to take her here. He wanted her to change her form, and become human. She supposed she had to now, there was no reason she shouldn't. With one final glance around herself, she sits herself down and, closing her eyes, morphs from her ocelot form. What's left behind is a child's body, a girl no older than six or seven, of slight, yet muscled, form. Her hair, knotted and loose, falls to about half way down her torso, and appears light brown, and almost greyish in appearance. It would hardly be surprising to the man, or anyone else who knew her as an ocelot; her fur was nigh on colourless when in that form, it made sense that her hair should be similar when she was a human. Her eyes too, maintained their mossy green qualities, and her black pupils were current slits, in such bright light. She pushes herself up from the position she had morphed in, and stands. There is nothing about the girl's position that says she is ashamed of her naked form. She was a Kelvic, and a young one, at that; the girl had no understanding of such social constraints. "Hello, Sir." She finally speaks, polite, as her owner had taught her to be. |