10-24-2018, 08:26 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]Could he call this his mid-life crisis? He was not sure what was going on him but he felt like he was... Changing. With the new discovery of his powers, the male was almost afraid to lift a paw, unsure of what shenanigans his body would start to play. Nothing notable had happened since his first found out he had the ability to control ice, but he felt a bit colder than he normally did. Apart of him was fearful that if he did not learn to control his ability would it overcome him. It would freeze his blood and lock up his organs, killing him in a matter of moments. The husky gave a shake of his head, pushing the idea out of his mind. He was starting to turn into a hypochondriac. Still, he had a right to be worried.
His powers were not the only change he began to catch on to. Victor was changing as a being, his outlook on life shifting, his attitude becoming more mature. He even noticed that his thoughts were becoming more abstract. It was like he was going through adolescence again, but nothing physically appeared to be different. In fact, he had even shown signs of aging, but he was still a young adult. Time. He just needed to give things some time. It appeared he had zoned out, rolling these thoughts over and over in his mind. The striker would never forget where he came from and what he had been taught, but this was the first time in his life did he not belong to humans. Victor had retraining himself on how to live outside of the world he knew.
The scent of a stranger was the final push to force himself out of his head, his eyes quickly snapping back in focus. Where was he? The jungle, by the border. Drawing in a breath, the dog moved forward, ears perking forward as he heard a voice calling out. It did not take long for the figure of the wildcat to come into view. "Hello. Can I help you with something?" inquired the male, his tail wagging ever so slightly. This had been the first time he had witnessed someone actually coming into their territory versus ringing the bell and waiting. While this was a stranger, they were also an intruder. He would make sure to keep his guard up, just in case.
His powers were not the only change he began to catch on to. Victor was changing as a being, his outlook on life shifting, his attitude becoming more mature. He even noticed that his thoughts were becoming more abstract. It was like he was going through adolescence again, but nothing physically appeared to be different. In fact, he had even shown signs of aging, but he was still a young adult. Time. He just needed to give things some time. It appeared he had zoned out, rolling these thoughts over and over in his mind. The striker would never forget where he came from and what he had been taught, but this was the first time in his life did he not belong to humans. Victor had retraining himself on how to live outside of the world he knew.
The scent of a stranger was the final push to force himself out of his head, his eyes quickly snapping back in focus. Where was he? The jungle, by the border. Drawing in a breath, the dog moved forward, ears perking forward as he heard a voice calling out. It did not take long for the figure of the wildcat to come into view. "Hello. Can I help you with something?" inquired the male, his tail wagging ever so slightly. This had been the first time he had witnessed someone actually coming into their territory versus ringing the bell and waiting. While this was a stranger, they were also an intruder. He would make sure to keep his guard up, just in case.