Silk Threads (CA - Silas & Zander)
Quote from Adriana on July 11, 2023, 6:57 pmHe did it.
And he was completely delirious. I couldn't help but smile and laugh along with him. Until he started laughing at my tail.
"Hey, man, not that-that's not okay-look-" he got me right in the insecurity. My tail flickered and I hid it behind my frame.
"-Fine, I deserved that. Let's get going."
He did it.
And he was completely delirious. I couldn't help but smile and laugh along with him. Until he started laughing at my tail.
"Hey, man, not that-that's not okay-look-" he got me right in the insecurity. My tail flickered and I hid it behind my frame.
"-Fine, I deserved that. Let's get going."
Quote from Indy on July 11, 2023, 11:34 pmI shot Silas a grin on my doggy snout and lolled my tongue past my teeth. I was too happy to be scared. All the questions I wanted to know back at the cabin seemed inconsequential now. Who cared who was after us, who cared who Silas was. I was free - finally in my second skin in the wilderness, with nothing but miles and miles ahead.
I shot off in the brush, determined to see how fast this body could go.
I shot Silas a grin on my doggy snout and lolled my tongue past my teeth. I was too happy to be scared. All the questions I wanted to know back at the cabin seemed inconsequential now. Who cared who was after us, who cared who Silas was. I was free - finally in my second skin in the wilderness, with nothing but miles and miles ahead.
I shot off in the brush, determined to see how fast this body could go.
Quote from Adriana on July 13, 2023, 1:56 pmHe looked like a kid. I watched him bolt off with a smile on my maw. For a minute at least, he'd seem to have forgotten that he was nearly murder or sold off like merchandise. That was a good thing.
I started to follow him at a leisurely pace at first-then on the off chance that the car had stopped up ahead on the road, I decided to catch up and keep a bit closer. Anyway-at this pace, we might make it to the gas station about thirty miles up the road.
He looked like a kid. I watched him bolt off with a smile on my maw. For a minute at least, he'd seem to have forgotten that he was nearly murder or sold off like merchandise. That was a good thing.
I started to follow him at a leisurely pace at first-then on the off chance that the car had stopped up ahead on the road, I decided to catch up and keep a bit closer. Anyway-at this pace, we might make it to the gas station about thirty miles up the road.
Quote from Indy on July 13, 2023, 10:01 pmI'd had dreams like this before. Running in a darkened forest, the arms of the trees illuminated by the silvered sky. The smell of animals. The feeling of the dirt as my claws sunk in. It was easy to pile ahead, using every ounce of muscle at my command to move quickly. Even as my chest started to sting, the sensation of it was far more distant. I could move in this body in a way my human body wouldn't. I was liberated.
Except I wasn't familiar with this body as well as I'd like to be. On several occasions my footing became uneven. A stumble. A break in my stride. The sound of Silas, close behind, and gaining. My attention was wholly on speed - I had to be faster than him. How many miles did we have to run? The sleepy-eyed caffeine-fueled student in my tried to calculate. The wolf in me shoved it down, rolled out its tongue and hoped forever.
Eventually, Silas did manage to peel ahead of me. It was obvious how well-honed he was in this form. He probably trained in it the same way marathon runners did for a race. It was my first race, and he was on his hundredth. My irritation was brief. Instead, I admired the way he moved, down to the pattern of his gait. It was a subtle thing. The smallest adjustments in his footing, the timing, the way his abdomen moved. I tried to mimic it, but it just felt strange and awkward.
Eventually, he stopped.... and in my glee to perfect the perfect run, I merely shot on ahead. I'd forgotten where we were going. Or rather, stopped caring where we were going.
I'd had dreams like this before. Running in a darkened forest, the arms of the trees illuminated by the silvered sky. The smell of animals. The feeling of the dirt as my claws sunk in. It was easy to pile ahead, using every ounce of muscle at my command to move quickly. Even as my chest started to sting, the sensation of it was far more distant. I could move in this body in a way my human body wouldn't. I was liberated.
Except I wasn't familiar with this body as well as I'd like to be. On several occasions my footing became uneven. A stumble. A break in my stride. The sound of Silas, close behind, and gaining. My attention was wholly on speed - I had to be faster than him. How many miles did we have to run? The sleepy-eyed caffeine-fueled student in my tried to calculate. The wolf in me shoved it down, rolled out its tongue and hoped forever.
Eventually, Silas did manage to peel ahead of me. It was obvious how well-honed he was in this form. He probably trained in it the same way marathon runners did for a race. It was my first race, and he was on his hundredth. My irritation was brief. Instead, I admired the way he moved, down to the pattern of his gait. It was a subtle thing. The smallest adjustments in his footing, the timing, the way his abdomen moved. I tried to mimic it, but it just felt strange and awkward.
Eventually, he stopped.... and in my glee to perfect the perfect run, I merely shot on ahead. I'd forgotten where we were going. Or rather, stopped caring where we were going.
Quote from Adriana on July 14, 2023, 3:47 pm"Don't overdo it!" I warned, but was probably too far back for him to hear me. He was going to be exhausted when he changed back. I kept my ears up and eyes out, but the coast was clear. Probably one of the better places to let loose an uncertain and yet somehow overconfident werewolf coming to grips with his form.
"Don't overdo it!" I warned, but was probably too far back for him to hear me. He was going to be exhausted when he changed back. I kept my ears up and eyes out, but the coast was clear. Probably one of the better places to let loose an uncertain and yet somehow overconfident werewolf coming to grips with his form.
Quote from Indy on July 15, 2023, 12:02 pmSilas was a distant thought behind me. The night air was cold on the outer layers of my pelt, although my chest felt hot with breath and energy. I'd taken runs before on full moons. I was familiar with the theory, in the loosest sense. A werewolf didn't truly run like a human or a wolf, but something unique onto us. Even if we ran on four legs, the proportions of our limbs were far too different to adapt a wolf's lope. Silas had mentioned it - something about the ligaments, and the flexibility of the joints. My limbs could move impossibly fast and in strange positions that a wolf would never dare.
Running on two legs was possible as well, although the gait wasn't like a human's any more than the four-legged run was like a wolf's. It was more awkward, certainly, but I could probably still outrun my human counterpart. There was an efficiency to this body that didn't seem to suit either of the templates it had come from. Now that I'd seen how Silas had run, I finally knew the way it was supposed to move.
The forest fell away. The sky fell away. The earth fell away. My attention was wholly on the movement of my muscles and the connection of my paws to the ground. Exhaustion plagued just around the corner, but I could feel the strength in my limbs. I could go faster. I could move more efficiently. If I asked, this body would listen. I found the tiny ways to improve my movements, then I went faster. And faster. Faster. Because I knew I could, and had denied the full potential of this form for far too long.
I was free - I could run. Joy bubbled in my chest and something escaped my throat not unlike a yip. I saw the large form of a bolder, and confidence bosltered me. I jumped, and I soared.
And then pain bloomed in my back left paw. I stopped as suddenly as I started, and I fell back to the ground so hard I felt winded. Suddenly all I could do was pant, my chest heaving ravenously for the oxygen it had been deprived. I tried to stir, only to feel my back left paw wouldn't oblige. I turned my head. I'd somehow misplaced a foot rather awkwardly into a large crack of the bolder. I pulled my foot to free it, only to feel sharpness. It was well wedged. My ears fell flat to my head and I whined, not certain how to proceed.
Silas was a distant thought behind me. The night air was cold on the outer layers of my pelt, although my chest felt hot with breath and energy. I'd taken runs before on full moons. I was familiar with the theory, in the loosest sense. A werewolf didn't truly run like a human or a wolf, but something unique onto us. Even if we ran on four legs, the proportions of our limbs were far too different to adapt a wolf's lope. Silas had mentioned it - something about the ligaments, and the flexibility of the joints. My limbs could move impossibly fast and in strange positions that a wolf would never dare.
Running on two legs was possible as well, although the gait wasn't like a human's any more than the four-legged run was like a wolf's. It was more awkward, certainly, but I could probably still outrun my human counterpart. There was an efficiency to this body that didn't seem to suit either of the templates it had come from. Now that I'd seen how Silas had run, I finally knew the way it was supposed to move.
The forest fell away. The sky fell away. The earth fell away. My attention was wholly on the movement of my muscles and the connection of my paws to the ground. Exhaustion plagued just around the corner, but I could feel the strength in my limbs. I could go faster. I could move more efficiently. If I asked, this body would listen. I found the tiny ways to improve my movements, then I went faster. And faster. Faster. Because I knew I could, and had denied the full potential of this form for far too long.
I was free - I could run. Joy bubbled in my chest and something escaped my throat not unlike a yip. I saw the large form of a bolder, and confidence bosltered me. I jumped, and I soared.
And then pain bloomed in my back left paw. I stopped as suddenly as I started, and I fell back to the ground so hard I felt winded. Suddenly all I could do was pant, my chest heaving ravenously for the oxygen it had been deprived. I tried to stir, only to feel my back left paw wouldn't oblige. I turned my head. I'd somehow misplaced a foot rather awkwardly into a large crack of the bolder. I pulled my foot to free it, only to feel sharpness. It was well wedged. My ears fell flat to my head and I whined, not certain how to proceed.
Quote from Adriana on July 17, 2023, 8:33 pmAaaand he overdid it.
I was struggling now to keep up. I had experience, he had all of the energy of a five year old who had just been given a triple shot espresso, a pound of chocolate and was immediately released into a toy store.
I caught up to him and assessed the awkward predicament with a sigh. Part exasperation, part exhaustion.
"You can't push yourself like that right away... you're going to be too tired to move when you change back."
His paw was twisted at a weird angle in the crevice of the boulder. I could get my hands on either side of his foot.
"Gonna need you to twist it to the left, use your arms to prop yourself up."
Aaaand he overdid it.
I was struggling now to keep up. I had experience, he had all of the energy of a five year old who had just been given a triple shot espresso, a pound of chocolate and was immediately released into a toy store.
I caught up to him and assessed the awkward predicament with a sigh. Part exasperation, part exhaustion.
"You can't push yourself like that right away... you're going to be too tired to move when you change back."
His paw was twisted at a weird angle in the crevice of the boulder. I could get my hands on either side of his foot.
"Gonna need you to twist it to the left, use your arms to prop yourself up."
Quote from Indy on July 17, 2023, 11:17 pmMy ears pressed back at Silas' approach, one part humiliation and all other parts sadness my run had been cut short. I gave a nod to his instruction, grimacing faintly against the sharp pressure on my foot. At his prompting, I twisted my foot and pulled myself up--
Only to come barreling forward on my face because I'd been a little too vigorous in propping myself forward. My chest was still rising up and down quickly. Suddenly I became aware of how short a commodity the air really was. My stomach twisted against the mother of all side-cramps.
Grimacing and panting, I stood to all fours slowly, only to feel a stab of pain in the selfsame paw that had been trapped. A whine escaped my throat before I could manage to stop it. I strode a few more paces, hoping it might somehow vanish, only to favor the other paws in a very pronounced limp. My head skulked low. My ears pressed back. For all intents and purposes, I was a very unhappy dog.
My ears pressed back at Silas' approach, one part humiliation and all other parts sadness my run had been cut short. I gave a nod to his instruction, grimacing faintly against the sharp pressure on my foot. At his prompting, I twisted my foot and pulled myself up--
Only to come barreling forward on my face because I'd been a little too vigorous in propping myself forward. My chest was still rising up and down quickly. Suddenly I became aware of how short a commodity the air really was. My stomach twisted against the mother of all side-cramps.
Grimacing and panting, I stood to all fours slowly, only to feel a stab of pain in the selfsame paw that had been trapped. A whine escaped my throat before I could manage to stop it. I strode a few more paces, hoping it might somehow vanish, only to favor the other paws in a very pronounced limp. My head skulked low. My ears pressed back. For all intents and purposes, I was a very unhappy dog.
Quote from Adriana on July 18, 2023, 11:36 amFlinching, my ears went back and I watched Zander-a moment ago gracefully in control, now stumbling and limping in a pitiful, awkward mass.
I could tell by manipulating his foot just a moment ago that nothing was broken, but it was a bad sprain. We wouldn't even make it to the gas station tonight. We'd have to stay and rest. There was no way I could lug him all the way there.
"Come on," I caught him under the arm on the side with the injured foot and hoisted him up. "Let's get back to cover. You need to rest."
Flinching, my ears went back and I watched Zander-a moment ago gracefully in control, now stumbling and limping in a pitiful, awkward mass.
I could tell by manipulating his foot just a moment ago that nothing was broken, but it was a bad sprain. We wouldn't even make it to the gas station tonight. We'd have to stay and rest. There was no way I could lug him all the way there.
"Come on," I caught him under the arm on the side with the injured foot and hoisted him up. "Let's get back to cover. You need to rest."
Quote from Indy on July 18, 2023, 3:28 pm"I'm sorry," my voice skulked low, ashamed, "I think I almost had it..."
Without the release of the run, I became pressingly aware of many other things. It was the middle of the night and civilization was a fever dream. My ears flickered around me, but I sensed nothing besides green, mold, and animal. I followed Silas' lead, concerned as he brought us into dense undergrowth. It was a far cry from the comfort of my dorm room.
"Are we... sleeping here for the night?".
"I'm sorry," my voice skulked low, ashamed, "I think I almost had it..."
Without the release of the run, I became pressingly aware of many other things. It was the middle of the night and civilization was a fever dream. My ears flickered around me, but I sensed nothing besides green, mold, and animal. I followed Silas' lead, concerned as he brought us into dense undergrowth. It was a far cry from the comfort of my dorm room.
"Are we... sleeping here for the night?".
