CHULANE
Ain't got time to let them darken my day
There were certain shifts that lent themselves to being notable, particularly in an environment as currently isolated and enclosed as the Academy. Talk of a new large feline shift had been going around, and it piqued Chuy's interest, purely because, well, being attuned was fucking awesome in his opinion, and big cats were also pretty fucking cool.
Basically, he wanted to see it for himself.
He had mostly kept his shifting to training rooms in the Academy before, but now he embraced the spots with more readiness, taking to the halls, using the heightened senses to track and identify this as-yet unknown attuned. He was surprised to find himself led to a study room, large paws moving with careful, silent steps through the threshold of the door, icy gaze shifting across the dimly lit room to drink in the architecture, the layout, the pile of furs on the chair--
He stopped, holding his breath as his gaze settled on the speckled pelt of the lynx, a small sense of triumph swelling in him and trickling over the attuned bond as he relished his momentary self-victory. Then he stepped closer - not too close, for he did not want to be within swiping range should he startle the other, but close enough that when he gave a soft yowl of greeting, it would be easily heard. 'Hello?' he probed through the link as well, to ensure clear communication was initiated.
Basically, he wanted to see it for himself.
He had mostly kept his shifting to training rooms in the Academy before, but now he embraced the spots with more readiness, taking to the halls, using the heightened senses to track and identify this as-yet unknown attuned. He was surprised to find himself led to a study room, large paws moving with careful, silent steps through the threshold of the door, icy gaze shifting across the dimly lit room to drink in the architecture, the layout, the pile of furs on the chair--
He stopped, holding his breath as his gaze settled on the speckled pelt of the lynx, a small sense of triumph swelling in him and trickling over the attuned bond as he relished his momentary self-victory. Then he stepped closer - not too close, for he did not want to be within swiping range should he startle the other, but close enough that when he gave a soft yowl of greeting, it would be easily heard. 'Hello?' he probed through the link as well, to ensure clear communication was initiated.
So light the fireworks, Sing like no one's heard
