lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He should probably go home. Probably. But the weather is amazing and the leaves have just begun to turn, and it honestly it would be a total shame to miss out on such a perfect opportunity to shift, maybe hunt a little bit. The Forest had always been a favorite area to do such a thing - it was relatively covered, and hosted enough small, furry little beasts to satisfy his whimsical need for flesh. In the daytime, he stood out like a sore thumb, (a handsome one, if he could say so himself) but in his other body he blended all too well into the background. With the kick of his heels he canters full on into the heart of the wood, whizzing past the less-interesting life forms until he comes to a seemingly secluded area of brush. He slows, lowers his velvet muzzle to the earth and inhales deeply. Perfect.
Within a seamless moment he’s no longer horse, but wolf. A great, shaggy, black beast that retains his blue eyes. He yips, feeling good in his other skin. It’d been too long since he’d kept this form, and the horse part of himself seemed to serve no purpose now that he’d got breeding season out of his system. He flops to the ground, rolls in the intensified smell of the forest floor, and then leaps up to bound into the shadows. He feels pity for all of the horses here in beqanna that will never experience this kind of freedom - the freedom to truly lose ones self to another shape, another purpose. When Lupei was horse he had people who depended on him, responsibilities. But when Lupei was wolf, there was no one person nor any one thing that held him back.
The splattering of light against his pelt feels good, and with his nose tipped to the air he can already sense something tasty not far off. But there’s another smell, fainter, unrecognizable. Lupei lowers his head and stands his ground, the scruff of his neck standing on edge. “Who’s there?” He snarls, tongue flicking out between his front teeth to test the air.
@[Umqra] @[Kirin]