[Training] (SE) where’s your backbone?

KIADA

If there’s a war that brews within Chulane when it comes to giving into the shift and letting it take charge, Kiada’s unaware. All she knows is that the minute she shifts, the minute she relinquishes control, it becomes her. It floods her senses with the need to hunt and survive, to adapt and be swift on her feet. So when she bops him aside the head and he doesn’t move to attack once more, she turns fully to approach him, tufted ears flickering in her uncertainty of what he means. For Kiada, it had been an almost immediate shift, an adjustment.

So she nears him, keeping that paw lifted despite wanting to set it down, her head outstretched to sniff at his neck, to brush against his side with a deep rumble of a purr slipping from her throat as her feline playfulness comes out. Forget about the things you know and what you are. Stop trying to control it. She informs him, lifting her attention back to try and meet the clouded leopards eyes.

Let it control you. There’s a flicker of her tail to that, one that might brush against his spotted neck, before she’s off again – hopping down the training ground as if she’s prey to his hunt, wondering if that might be enough to get him to dive right in.

i know every river has an end

you loved me and then you left

you loved me and then you didn't