YOU AND I ARE GOING NOWHERE ☆ lion body return

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

It had been some time since Aurum had been able to access his lion body, essentially trapped within his tigon form for the entire duration of his pregnancy. It hadn't been so bad, once he had learned why he hadn't been able to shift, but he had admittedly missed his old body. He missed the massive height, the impressive power, and the huge wings that stretched across his bag, providing both intimidation and easy travel across the skies. It had definitely been rough, getting around not only with a cub swollen belly, but on the drenched, musky swamp ground. It was what had partially motivated him to stop patrolling around as much while pregnant, both worried for his children's safety as well as his poor nerves from stepping into puddles of muck that were far deeper than he had ever expected them to be. Thankfully, however, this was all in the past. Mostly in the past, anyways. Aurum would still need to shift into his tigon body pretty regularly, just to make sure that his children were fed, but the majority of the time? He was back in his comfort zone once again.

The proxy could practically feel the bounce in his step as he left his home that morning, gently nudging the door shut behind him before stepping off the porch and into the cool morning air. It felt amazing, stretching the long, sharp claws of his paws apart again, and shaking out his long, auburn colored mane. After a few minutes of becoming reacquainted with his birth body, the angel thought he was finally ready, taking a few steps back before he charged forward. After he had gained enough speed, he threw himself into the air, wings spread and catching upon the wind easily. A pleased whoop left his lungs, his enthusiasm only growing as he looped around and dipped in the air, weeks upon weeks of disuse being cleared away like dust. He did this for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of the wind in his fur and the ground far beneath his paws. Eventually he decided to cool it, coming back down for a landing near the middle of camp, his wings folding back into their usual resting positions at his sides. Despite this, he couldn't help the grin that remained on his muzzle, his mane fluffy and blown out from the high winds, and his one blue eye sparkling with happiness.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.