There is a quiet, yet ferocious, tension in the air. It simmers, bubbles and brews somewhere just below the surface of my perception - it creeps and stalks ever closer, I can feel it, sense it in some inexplicable capacity, rising, nearing, imminent and impending.
Feline whiskers tremble and twitch as scents swirl and dance all around - it is difficult to allow oneself to be ruled by the natural instincts and abilities that come with the shift, particularly when science and logic have been the main points of guidance throughout one's life. It is a challenge - and a welcome one.
Suddenly, sharply, keenly, a howl echoes through the land, causing hairs to rise on their ends all down the speckled nape and spine of my taut, firm bodice. Round ears lift and rotate atop my skull as a definitive source of the sound is sought, my senses alight with the mystery of it all.
Upon a branch, reasonably high from the ground, is where I perch, somewhat precariously, yet the strength of my limbs and the aptitude of my balance when in this form appears to lend me a degree of coordination I would not otherwise have known. I relish in it, even as my attention is drawn to the beast that stalks below.
It is canine, no doubt a natural adversary to this form of mine, and yet I feel no fear - only curiosity, intrigue, a deep and unfathomable desire to know more about the creatures in this world, even when I am taken by this form, possessed and yet not utterly disconnected from me, from the human mind, the brain that seeks logic and knowledge in all things.
And so I watch the beast, unwittingly sending my curiosity across the link, though without knowing whether the hound was a shifted Attuned or simply a creature that prowls these woods, I remain in ignorance.
Feline whiskers tremble and twitch as scents swirl and dance all around - it is difficult to allow oneself to be ruled by the natural instincts and abilities that come with the shift, particularly when science and logic have been the main points of guidance throughout one's life. It is a challenge - and a welcome one.
Suddenly, sharply, keenly, a howl echoes through the land, causing hairs to rise on their ends all down the speckled nape and spine of my taut, firm bodice. Round ears lift and rotate atop my skull as a definitive source of the sound is sought, my senses alight with the mystery of it all.
Upon a branch, reasonably high from the ground, is where I perch, somewhat precariously, yet the strength of my limbs and the aptitude of my balance when in this form appears to lend me a degree of coordination I would not otherwise have known. I relish in it, even as my attention is drawn to the beast that stalks below.
It is canine, no doubt a natural adversary to this form of mine, and yet I feel no fear - only curiosity, intrigue, a deep and unfathomable desire to know more about the creatures in this world, even when I am taken by this form, possessed and yet not utterly disconnected from me, from the human mind, the brain that seeks logic and knowledge in all things.
And so I watch the beast, unwittingly sending my curiosity across the link, though without knowing whether the hound was a shifted Attuned or simply a creature that prowls these woods, I remain in ignorance.
Chulane
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