CHULANE
I believe that dreams are sacred
A towering figure loomed in the distance.
It had felt much like the others. Somewhere, deep within him, he had simply known something was different, something fundamentally changed. He was getting better at recognising it now - the first time, he'd needed to be shown, the second, he'd almost been sick from the sensation of something within him trying to get out.
This time, he was filled with an urge for space, but not the same way his eagle shift had needed space. He ventured beyond the walls of the Citadel, Auni close by his heels, out into the Tundra, and then he just gave in to it.
Auni had been the most surprised, but was ultimately rather pleased with the change he saw. With mist fogging his breath at the end of his long nostril, his bondmate bowed his antlered crown to the little luxere, crooning a low note of contentment.
Then he began wandering, testing the limits of this form, relishing the warmth its pelt provided, the power its limbs boasted. And yet, it was still a prey animal, which he found fitting in itself too.
Senses that had evolved in this sort of environment caught sight of something ahead, and he froze as he drank in the scene - the wind, the summer sun, the reindeer. Auni bleated and the moose responded with a deep, long and low grumbling call, one that would echo across the expanse - a greeting, to a friend across the Tundra.
It had felt much like the others. Somewhere, deep within him, he had simply known something was different, something fundamentally changed. He was getting better at recognising it now - the first time, he'd needed to be shown, the second, he'd almost been sick from the sensation of something within him trying to get out.
This time, he was filled with an urge for space, but not the same way his eagle shift had needed space. He ventured beyond the walls of the Citadel, Auni close by his heels, out into the Tundra, and then he just gave in to it.
Auni had been the most surprised, but was ultimately rather pleased with the change he saw. With mist fogging his breath at the end of his long nostril, his bondmate bowed his antlered crown to the little luxere, crooning a low note of contentment.
Then he began wandering, testing the limits of this form, relishing the warmth its pelt provided, the power its limbs boasted. And yet, it was still a prey animal, which he found fitting in itself too.
Senses that had evolved in this sort of environment caught sight of something ahead, and he froze as he drank in the scene - the wind, the summer sun, the reindeer. Auni bleated and the moose responded with a deep, long and low grumbling call, one that would echo across the expanse - a greeting, to a friend across the Tundra.
Take my darkest fears and play them
