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I've been thinking a lot about what it might be to embrace my were side, to become human. What then? Would I be able to change at will as the others will or will that take time? How long before I learn how to return to my coyote form? What if I can't learn? What if I'm stuck in an uncomfortable naked human skin, unable to return to the only life I've ever known? I'm afraid there might be a point of no return. I'm afraid I'll lose who I really am. Then there's another side. What if I FIND who I really am? What if changing my form will unlock the memories I need to really know who I am? I can sit here and think on all the things I love about being a coyote. I could be here forever just counting them off. The adrenaline running through my veins when I pick up a fresh scent. The freedom in my muscles when I break into a full sprint just for the hell of it. Yipping with laughter as I run and play with the pups of the pack. Those rare moments when I cuddle up to Caesar at night, just for the sake of feeling close to something or someone. My thoughts are pushed aside by the scent of someone else out here with me. My ears swivel as my tail flicks behind me, curling over my spine in case I need to defend myself. Even though I may be smaller in size, I never turn away from a fight. Blue glowing eyes narrow as the large creature steps into view. It's almost like a dear but stockier and with a much longer tail, his hair almost like a human's, long and flowing. I've never seen a creature like this in the woods before but then again, I see a lot of new creatures in Sacrosanct. I know already that he's not just an animal. He's like the panther and the wolf. As if to prove me right, he changes forms right before my eyes. I cover my surprise at the sudden change by taking a step back and blinking, a soft growl of discomfort moving past my lips as my tail curls further over my spine in warning. His words cause my to curl my lips, baring fangs. "You'll see no puppy teeth in my mouth. I can show you their sharpness if you like. I believe it's you who's lost, Rapunzel." I watch in curiosity as he kicks the pine cone up and catches it, taking a bite as if it's the newest fad. My muzzle wrinkles in distaste. Herbivores and their odd taste. I tilt my head, my tail swishing as I raise a brow. "Read a book sometime. Coyote, not dog." |