who we are and all that we're trying to be
The differentials and sensory negation seemingly finished, the hound shook its head, dislodging the blindfold until it fell around his muzzle, and he could see above its ivory rim and boundaries. They must’ve made quite a spectacle in their melee, and the dog tilted his head in either amusement or bewilderment at the dragon’s predicament. He hadn’t thought of the lizard’s mass and amount of limbs being an issue; despite his own monolithic presence in most intervals. But he’d had practice, time, and maturity to adapt to long limbs, how to utilize them effectively – and certainly not similar means of wings or other appendages.
I was overwhelmed by other senses. Maybe all the more distracting, figments and figures rampaging through the human side of his mind, while the carnivore, the animal, had wanted naught else to do but hunt and stalk and prey upon something it couldn’t see – snatching and clawing at anything nearby. Made me sharpen my focus. Especially with first attempts at any semblance of skirmish or practice in this form. He also had to think another way, utilize and contort other portions of skills; always something needing to be adjusted or honed. So, despite the ridiculous assignations, it’d been worth it in the end.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
