WHEN I BEHAVED TWENTY-FIVE / Open, Feral

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

the clamor of the thunder had driven him from shelter to shelter, the pelting of rain into the swamp camp nearly paralyzing him when the rain slammed down on his small frame. the agony of broken bones still on the mend would forever haunt him, he believed, the cold and damp weather affecting his joints. was he so old, or was it so injured? he'd been visiting seven in her home, borrowing a lion's form to interact with the blind tigress vocally. he was on his way to his home and to the pup he'd rescued not so long ago. exhaling as he stretched on his toes, ears flattened against the roar of thunder and dripping of rain on his ears.

a growling screech filled his ears, fur bristling up despite being driven back to his body by the rain, head turning as the camp began to erupt into chaos. a snarl bubbled up in his chest as he heard an NPC shrieking "The monster is back! Everyone run!", turning himself in the direction that the NPCs ran from, pushing through the few that were out and about in the foul weather. Through the driving rain, he could make out a form against the dark backdrop of the soaking jungle, lightning cracking overhead and illuminating the deinonychus' form. eyes narrowing at the sight even as his coat bristled, cursing the gods for this situation. it was too wet to smell anything unless he was right in front of it, keeping ares' scent from reaching him, even in this body.

did he have enough strength to shift again? breath tremoring in his lungs, swearing softly, stretching out his limbs as the domestic approached the dinosaur for lack of better words, memories of ages long past filling his mind. huffing as he came before ares, standing on all four limbs despite the agony that ripped through him, bones creaking in refusal at the sudden force and usage. standing in her way, as best as he could, tail fluffed, not aware of this form of hers, but willing to put himself in front of the others. his ears were pressed back from the rain, not so much fear as he gazed upon her. he could lead this creature away into the swamp, he remembered that this creature was smart and fast, much to the injured tom's displeasure. perhaps he could borrow the body of a cheetah to try and outrun the beast? to lead it away? clearing his throat, the tom's body melted away, a larger feline in his place, keeping the dark grays and blacks of his lion form, a cheetah standing there. "who are you? what do you need with tanglewood? are you one of us?", called out the mild voice, tears in his eyes from the force it took to speak in a throat that had no use of one for so long.

A PRAYER COMMITED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef