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ofcatsandfate) wrote2015-09-19 08:43 am
ofcatsandfate) wrote2015-09-19 08:43 am
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Gained a willow tree. [Open]
For once, he's initiated his shapeshifting himself, the way he used to before that damn curse. He changed into a set of shifting clothes, Underarmor mostly, and charmed his necklace to be able to hold an extra set of clothes. He sets off from his house at a run, exhilarating in the morning dew against the pounding of his hooves and the beating of his heart. He breathes in the air, gradually transforming from summer sweetness into the full spice of autumn. This morning is beautiful; sunshine pouring through the trees as though they were windows stained with glass. Surrounded as he is by mostly quiet, the woods turn into something of his own cathedral like this.
Fabrice doesn't know how long he runs for; he listens with a deer's instincts as he meanders through the forest, surely out of sight of anyone who could recognize him for what he is.
When he does stop, he finds himself in a meadow near the edge of town, framed by tall grass and flowers. He chooses that moment to turn back into himself, quickly gathering both the clothes he'd packed and the picnic breakfast he'd prepared with what little skills he has in that way.
He flops with little ceremony into the grass, leaning back on his elbows to take a sip of coffee and exalt in the glorious day before him.
[OOC: Feel free to have had your pup see Fabrice running as a day/shifting. A really great time to meet him, actually. Set to this morning and open to all! ST/LT welcome. :3]
Fabrice doesn't know how long he runs for; he listens with a deer's instincts as he meanders through the forest, surely out of sight of anyone who could recognize him for what he is.
When he does stop, he finds himself in a meadow near the edge of town, framed by tall grass and flowers. He chooses that moment to turn back into himself, quickly gathering both the clothes he'd packed and the picnic breakfast he'd prepared with what little skills he has in that way.
He flops with little ceremony into the grass, leaning back on his elbows to take a sip of coffee and exalt in the glorious day before him.
[OOC: Feel free to have had your pup see Fabrice running as a day/shifting. A really great time to meet him, actually. Set to this morning and open to all! ST/LT welcome. :3]