10-03-2022, 04:28 PM
EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
Sitting upright after a quick scratch, he sighed as he looked down at himself. A hare body, huh? he found himself thinking with a big frown, thumping his foot in frustration. Hopping along, he would gaze around himself, looking up at the sky of the clearing he found himself in, shaking out his gray and orange pelt with a huff. Stretching his jaws in a yawn, he hopped out into the sunlight, seeking its warmth before pausing as he swore he heard another branch snap, tense and ready to run.
He hadn't been expecting to wake up in this form, he truly hadn't. How could he when if he shifted, it was always another feline body. He'd woken from a vicious nightmare to find himself in this body, a body where all of his scars felt strange, to put it kindly. The full field of vision is what was fucking with him the most. He wasn't used to seeing this much around himself, it was Making him feel anxious if anything. Was he imagining hearing shit? Or was there really something out there stalking him?
// please wait for Atticus to post first! //
A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
THE FLOWER BURNS