Perhaps my stubbornness will one day get me killed, but for now it seemed my stubbornness was my tool that helped me survive. Okay, so, maybe survive is a bit dramatic, let's go with...not being stuck under my Great Uncle's thumb. When I left Frost's home, with just my backpack of things, I didn't really have a clue or an idea on where I wanted to go or what I was going to do. I knew deep down I didn't want to go back to my Great Uncle's dreadful apartment. I didn't want to have to listen to his lectures or his deadpan monologue of why I should have never gone to Frost's in the first place. I really wasn't in the mood for it and I really just wanted to find a place that I could be. I had a job at least, it didn't pay much, but it would get me by until I turned 21 to get my inheritance. I managed to find a place that paid me all right and provided me a place to stay. I now live in a barn, well not in the barn, but I do live nearby it. I don't mind though it is nice out here on this land in the South. It is peaceful here, quiet too, and if I need to get a little bit of a jump start of the high life I can just head out over to the city. Working at the stables allowed me to fix a few problems. Having a roof over my head and shower was good. It also allowed me the chance to really get close to the creatures that I could be like.

I know they are just animals, but the horses here allow me to solve a few problems. For one thing I'm picking up their cues and habits, translating them in such a way where I understand what they mean. It's gotten to the point where some of my coworkers or the students that come here believe that I am some kind of 'horse whisper' I'm not really of course, but I know what makes them happy and what makes them tick. The equines here also allow me to feel like I am not so alone. Horses are very social creatures and we do better off in herds and since I'm not a part of my pack anymore, the horses here help feel that void...not entirely, but they do help numb the pain. When I need to change during the full moon their presence alone helps me in a way, I think just by being near a horse it helps make the change a little bit smoother, not much not like how it would be if I was near my creator. I don't know how all the horses feel about knowing that I can be like them, but I know once they figured me out they weren't as stubborn with me and they were actually far friendlier. Hell I'm so friendly with them, I am currently standing in the pen with a Mother and her son, the Mother half-asleep while the young colt is far from being tired.

"Maybe tomorrow we can go on a nightly run, but tonight I have to do some training."

I murmur softly as I stroke the short black mane that belonged to the chocolate colored colt. He seems quite content to stand so very close to me and yet I can feel his nose poke at my stomach, as his small teeth manage to clinch the end of my shirt. I know what he wants and I do feel bad, but tonight I cannot play with him in my horse form. Tonight I needed to do some training, whatever it may be. I know it sounds crazy, but I talk to them sometimes, I don't know if they can understand me or not, but talking to them helps feel that void and the stillness and silence of the stables. Sometimes during the day I'll join the horses in their paddock and walk with them or play, and just learn. It is relaxing in a way to do such a thing. I sometimes play with this little fella, and I know that is what he wants, but sadly it just won't be. I can hear Alex holler for me, and the cold abruptly screams and pounds his small hooves into the wall, his ears flat and against his head, displeased at the voice. With a small laugh, I ruffle the top of his head on more time, as I quietly slip away and lock the door behind me.

"Shh, that's my trainer, be nice."

I smile as he tries to stick his head up to try and see me. I shake my head and walk away from his pen heading towards the inner part where the training area was. Biting my lip I duck through one of the unused pens and release a heavy sigh. You'd think changing would get easier, but it still seems harder for me to do. Undressing myself, I hang the clothes on one of the wall hooks, and I can't help, but feel a little bit nervous. I'm always afraid I'll change and something will terribly go wrong. Closing my eyes I try to find that pull, feeling the tether of the other horses, and eventually I can feel the change come over me. For a moment I stand there swishing my tail, folding my ears back and forth, as I slowly move in a circle, just to make sure everything was in its proper place and I was okay. With a soft snort I head out of the pen and down the corridor towards the inner ring. I can see him now and I remember that this is the first time he gets to see me like this, which sounds stupid, but I am a bit nervous about it.

I am quite big you know. It is clear that I come from a heavy horse like Frost, but I am much for slimmer in frame. I am big and yet with my long legs and fine frame I can run, really run. My coat is darker than night, it is soft to touch, but there are traces of some silver in them. My mane, tail, and feathers are a white-ish silver, a throwback to my creator, and my eyes remain that crystalline blue. I have an intelligent face I think, and you can see that there is some silver marks from my forehead down my nose. As I walk up behind Alex, I stop a few feet away pressing my nose against the square of his back to get his attention, both ears pointing towards him with interest. I don't see a saddle blanket, a blanker or reins, or well anything, and so I wonder what it is we're going to do. I remember him telling me he'd train me and I really hope I don't fail him. I'm not a very good Were I think, but maybe I can make it up here, I really hope I can.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable