Well I managed to change into a horse without any problems. I also managed to walk through the corridor and not trip on my massive saucer sized hooves, that's a plus too. I can feel the need to stay away from Alex, although this feeling is much stronger than before. There were times when I worked with him in the café when I would feel a sudden urge to simply run out of the shop and down the street to get away from him. He's a Dark Hunter and I am a Were-Horse, I guess it is just that natural fight or flight instinct to stay away from a species that is capable of killing me. For a Dark Hunter he doesn't act like my Great Uncle, so I know I don't have to look over my shoulder to find him sneaking up on me and stabbing my back. Still though that feeling of being hunted hasn't really gone away. I guess since I am in this form now those desires to stay away from him only intensify, but as I stand here behind him I don't see him hiding anything from me, or showing he'd harm me. Which is good so I'm going to try and squash down this feeling of my impending doom.

With a soft snort I simply stand there as I wait for him to turn around. Unsure with what I'm supposed to do I watch him carefully, my ivory tail swaying back and forth in a lazy manner. Black ears point towards him the moment I hear him speak softly with unusual lyrics. I have no idea what he said and yet I don't seem to really care, I just know I like that tone. All those thoughts of him trying to kill me seem to just disappear, his unusual words quite comforting. As he comes to place a hand on my ebony cheek I lower my dial slightly allowing him to press his forehead against the silver of my own, inhaling his scent and appreciating these gentle touches. When he leaves a kiss on the middle of my forehead, I let out a soft nicker. I haven't had anyone do that to me in a long time, well not as a horse, but as a human. Mother used to kiss my forehead when I was a little girl, when I was sick, when she said goodbye, or when she just wanted to express her love wordlessly. I know I am not sick, or that we're saying goodbye, or that I am loved, but I appreciate the kind gesture all the same. Even though he thinks I'm going to do well, I have my own doubts.

As he moves away from me I watch him as he moves away, his hand still lingering on my black hide. As he begins to do, well whatever he is doing, I can't help but turn my neck and observe him carefully. I don't mind him touching my shoulder or my side, but when he gets to my legs I don't like that very much so I side-step easily. When he touches my hock I cannot help by use my tail to smack him perfectly into his side, releasing a heavy snort as my ears fold back slightly. I do not like being touched there, not as a human and certainly not as a horse. He wasn't quick enough to move so I smartly turn around and face him again. Gently I nudge my head into his side preferring to be petted on this side. It's when he goes towards my side again and places his hands on my spine I curiously turn my neck around tilting my dial to the side. It's those gentle unusual lyrics that calm me down a bit and so I try to be as still as I possibly can. Feeling his weight on my bad is uncomfortable for a moment, but I slowly get used to it, my neck out stretching to the side to bump my nose into his leg. I shift my weight slightly attempting to get used to him on my back, taking a tentative step forward wanting to make sure I could actually carry him, I mean just in case. Both ears twitch backwards as I feel his hand gently stroke my nape and I cannot help but release another soft nicker quite pleased with this touch. With a rough nod I alert him to know that I am indeed ready, well, I think I am.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable