«∙ ċαη γоυ κεερ α ѕεċяεт? «∙» one x one ∙»

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina nodded and followed him, morphing into her wolf form as she went. Tan skin became full of silvery fur and she was walking in a wolf's body once again. Her tail was low, giving away just how nervous she was. She padded after Eric, the shine of her fur in the sun making her muscles look much more pronounced. Her silvery fur became a perfect reflector of the sun, her soft coat glimmering. Her white ears remained perked and alert, her eyes concentrated on the river in front of them. She obviously wasn't looking forward to getting in the water again.

Christina follow Eric down the river until they reached what Christina hoped was a shallow spot. "Are you ready?" she asked Eric, glancing at the water, then at him, then back at the water again. She should probably be asking herself that question. Although she loved swimming, Christina couldn't stand being in cold water. It usually made her somewhat numb, which led to her not being able to move freely. As she watched the water, she absently morphed into a taller, redder form. A maned wolf. This was the tallest of the wild canids, standing a shocking forty inches at the shoulder, and she still only weighed in at about sixty pounds or so. Her legs were long and slender, but would give her a good amount of speed. On top of this, maned wolves were able to fish. She wondered if she might catch anything in this water, and hopefully fill her empty stomach.

Christina glanced at Eric once more, endless dark eyes holding the emptiness that was inside her. She looked back at the water and narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate. She watched for the silvery flash of a fish in the water, but it never came, and she snorted with disappointment. This however wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The average maned wolf's diet consisted of over 50% of vegetable matter. This would prove helpful in this case, because meat obviously wasn't on the menu today.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan bobbed his head when she nodded towards the direction of the town. "Yes, but we're probably going to want to go around. My house is on the other side of town, and I'm not so sure you'll go unrecognized if your parents are still looking for you." he pointed out. "There is a way through town that is more quiet though. It won't take as long is at would to try going around, and the place is always quiet." he added. Logan gazed at her with one beady black eye.

He then pondered over the option of her morphing into a domestic cat. He wasn't quite sure if that was possible for her. Could she morph into any feline, or only wild felines? He wasn't sure, but decided he would ask her later. Logan could morph into any bird in the world if he wanted to, but he couldn't be so sure if this was the same for. Logan decided he would ask her later, once they got a little closer to the town.

Logan stretched his large wings and prepared himself to take to the sky. He lowered his chest to the ground and bunched his muscles. Then, carefully flapping his wings to get the air circulating around him, Logan took flight. He had to get a fast start because their wasn't much open area on the forest floor. He rose into the air with several more flaps of his wings, before he finally got a good rythm and could circle the air above Kyra. Her watched the cat from above, realizing she looked akward. It was probably the aftermath of her injury. The movement of a small animal cought his eye and he quickly focused his attention on it. He waited quietly, circling around the area for several long moments, hoping to see it again. He was about to give up when it moved again. Just there, shifting between the undergrowth as quickly as it could, was a brown hare. He waited for the right moment. The hare seemed to have a routine. It would stay in each hiding place for nearly ten seconds and then it would hop as quickly as it could to the next. After nearly a full minute above the ground, Logan finally swooped down, catching the rabbit in his talons just as it was trying to enter the next bunch of roots, leaves, and brambles. He clutched the hare in his sharp talons, holding it by its neck. He struggled with the plump animal for several long heartbeats before finally, it gave up. He pulled back up and escaped towards Kyra, who must have been confused by his sudden disappearance. He returned to her, holding the limp rabbit tightly.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra tilted her chin up in a breif nod to his answer, standing fully again and starting to head towards the direction she had smelled the pollution in. Her jog was a bit off due to her leg but her long cat legs made for good speed and distance. Watching Logan circle ahead she craned her neck forwards, slowly stretching the tight muscles. Urging herself forwards Kyra made her way into the trees, listening as the birds that were chirping before fell silent. Occaisionally she heard a warning call but ignored it. No bird here was a major threat to her at the minute. Lifting her head to scent the air again Kyra paused as she noticed Logan's absence between the thick tree canopy. Where had he gone?

Kyra's circular ears twitched backwards as she heard a rustle in the bush. Then her ears picked up the sound of wings slicing gracefully through the air. Spotting the eagle again she started off again, not noticing what Logan held in his sharp talons. Her mind began to wander towards the next morning, what would she do? Her parents would have been even more close to catching up if she stayed overnight. If she was caught they might point fingers at Logan's family, bringing them into the mess too. There they would probably get the attention of the media and government, with all the fame to their drunk heads they would announce what she was to the cameras. Then, with or without the government proposing to, she would be handed over for experiments. Figuring that was what would happen in a bad situation like that Kyra decided not to think of it anymore, she was stressing far too much.

Looking up at Logan as she kept her somewhat steady pace, a small limp every few steps would occur and she would walk through the pain. As she looked up at the bird she saw the catch in his talons and smirked, the smirk looking more like a raised eyebrow on her feline face. "Nice catch." she thought up to him, through her mind. She had read up on that from one of the books the government had made on shapeshifters. By examining their brain they found that shifters could speak to each other through thought. It was fascinating, really.


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

"Of course." Eric replied humbly, letting his front two legs slide into the cool water. He shivered and shook his head, ears pinning back. He wasn't a huge fan of water and hated how cold it was here. But he tried to ignore it his best anyway and tentively let his back legs slide in with a small spray of cold water, getting his hind wet. With that his ears fully pinned back and he gave an irritated snort, trying not to turn out of the water. Watching minnows glide past his hooves in the glittering water Eric couldn't help but feel at peace. It was so serene in this small forest and it calmed him. Ears removing themselves for. The back of his head Eric turned his body to face Christina.

Shocked to see her in a wolf form as large as he was he bobbed his head, as if showing his pleasure at the beauty of this wolf she was. In fact, she was probably a bit taller than himself. One of his hooves slipped on the moss coating the rocks under the water and he watched a fish that she was watching attentively skitter away. Snorting sheepishly Eric looked up at her with a guilty look in his eyes. She was obviously hungry and he had just ruined a good chance. "Sorry about that."

Averting his eyes from her beautiful form to the glittering water Eric started to push through the current towards it. Soon it had risen up to his furry stomach and he arched his back, trying to avoid the cool liquid. That's as to no prevail through and he just kept walking until he was almost lifted up by the strength of the water. They were in the wider part of the water which was basically a river by now and it had almost concealed his back. Luckily it only rose to a few inches below his back and he was able to trot into knee-high water, turning and waiting for Christina to join him onf the other side.

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina padded into the water, pinning her ears to her head at the sudden cold rush surrounding her long legs. She dug her paws into the rocks and pushed through. As she waded deeper, it nearly reached her back and she felt a chill race up her spine, making her black mane fluff up. She struggled to settle it again as she crossed the chilly river. "I-it's okay." she murmured, voice shaky from the unpleasent crossing. "I can eat fruits a-and vegetables too." she said, muscles tight as she left the water, dripping wet.

Christina put a few yards of distance between her and Eric before she shook off, water spraying the area around her. She shuddered as a cool breeze shifted through the trees and made her feel even more cold than she had already been. She glanced wearily at the sky, realizing that eening was now approaching, because the sun was no longer high in the sky. "We better hurry, I don't think we have much time." she told him, another sneeze erupting before she could set off again.

The thought of hopefully sleeping somewhere warm tonight made her even more determined to get to his apartment. At this point, drying herself would be much harder now that the sun was getting ready to leave the sky. She was nearly completely drenched, which would make her need for a place to stay even greater, at least this one night. As the two started walking again, Christina tried to ignore how the thoughts of going back into town, after having gone missing in the morning. She would have to be in some sort of canine form the whole time she was in town, and out of his apartment. She couldn't risk the chance of being spotted by anyone, especially when her picture would be everywhere. What was even worse, would Heather tell Christina's parents what had happened? And if she did, would her parents support her or would they give it up to the news people just for the sake of finding Christina. Christina decided that nobody would believe them anyways. At least she was safe in that area. The only thing she had to do was stay out of human form while in the town.

Christina was troubled by these thoughts, so she pushed them away and tried to imagine all of the forms she had ever been in. She was horrified when she realied each one had always been a form of wild canid. Not once had she ever morphed into a domestic dog. Christina concentrated as hard as she could to morph into a chihuahua, but hard as she tried, there was no sucess. She simply wasn't made to do so. Disappointment crawled through her fur. How was she supposed to get into town unnoticed if the only forms she had were wild?

L o g a n
»x«

Logan was shocked to hear her voice in his head. He eyed her suspiciously as he dropped to the ground next to her. Then, out of curiosity, he tried it as well. "I hope you enjoy it." he replied, then looked at her for a reaction. He hadn't known of this ability, but thought it might become useful at some time in the future. Logan nudged the limp hare with his curved beak, pushing it towards her calmly.

Logan grinned inwardly at her expression. Despite her feline form, he could clearly see her smirking eyebrow. Apparently, there were many more abilities than just shape shifting, when it came to them. They were empaths, they had multiple forms, and apparently could speak to each other through thought. He began to wonder if they could read thoughts too, because that was basically what they were doing. Perhaps, he would find out later.

In the meantime, Logan figured they ought to get the hare finished so they could be on their way. The sooner they got to his house, the better, especially for Kyra. Her leg wasn't looking any better, and Logan was pretty sure he had noticed her limping on occasion. This worried him. They still had a long walk ahead of them, and limping was never a good sign.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

The smell of the extremely large hare filled Kyra's nose and she nearly growled along with her stomach through hunger. She saw his expression when she spoke to him and when he replied she found it quite strange. It was like he was whispering in her ear. Stopping quickly when Logan landed on the ground she eyed him back and watched as he nudged the hare towards him. Her ears pricked forwards towards the food and her mouth watered. It was for her. Hunger washed over her and a happy purr left her lips as she gently grabbed the hare's neck and pulled the food towards her. Nosing it around for a second she castiously started to eat, the meat making her feel better each time she ate. Normally she didn't eat much but she was starving and this hare was quite welcome.

"Thank you," Kyra thought to him, tilting her head sideways to avoid the sun rays up ahead. "I really needed it." she admitted to him and curled her tail around her legs that proped her up as she continued to eat. Soon she was finished and the carcass was basically picked clean. Standing up straight again she felt much more replenished. Quickly licking her paws out of habit Kyra looked back at him and let out another purr, thanking him again for the meal. Now she knew she could make it to his house. Her leg would only set her back a bit and the meal really would help them get there before the sun settled, she hoped.

Kyra glanced up at the sky and saw that the sun was starting to dip, making shadows longer and insects start to take to the air. Starting to walk again she felt a lot more confident and comfortable, with the acception of the thought of her parents following behind. Looking over her shoulder at Logan again Kyra looked at the sky then to him once again. "Do you think we'll be there before sundown?"


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

Watching Christina cross nervously Eric watched her trot out and sneeze, noticing how uncomfortable she had been. It was probably the depth and temperature of the river. Frowning inwardly Eric walked besides her and scented the air. It was just about twenty more minutes of trees, then a field, then the outskirts of town. Feeling some of his energy regaining Eric looked at her and thought for a moment before saying, "Christina, you know I could always carry you there. You don't look well and I have enough energy." It was just an offer of course, he hated to make it sound like he thought she was weak. He knew how uncomfortable the river had been.

Eric knew if he could change into a faster antelope they would get there faster as well. He was starting to worry about Christina's welfare and didn't want her to get worse at the minute. Still keeping the pace Eric nosed under a bush and tried to scent some type of vegetables or meat. Then he scented a martin. It had enough met on it for her to keep moving, he hoped. She looked hungry and they way she and tried to catch the fish in the river answered that question in his thoughts. Finally spotting the small creature Eric tapped his nose softly on her side and nodded towards the small rodent. Luckily it hadn't spotted them just yet.

Maybe after this he could morph again and carry her into town. She did say she wanted t get there faster and maybe that would work. It just depended on the smallest size she knew she could shift into at the time.

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina was stunned by his offer. Do I really look that weak? She wondered, staring at him for few long moments. "I'll be fine." she said finally, voice shaky but somewhat hard. She had obviously been hurt by the suggestion. She stubbornly continued, a sudden wave of guilt washing over her. She knew he had been right, and that was probably why she had turned so suddenly cold.

Christina also knew that if she had agreed to his offer, they might get there faster. But it was too late now. She had already turned him down, and not easily either. Her fur was dripping wet, and her legs shaking. She had a cold as well, which could become worse if she went much longer in her current state. She began to wish she had agreed with him, because the thought of resting her aching legs sounded so welcoming. Now she would have to wait until they reached his apartment.

Christina snapped back to attention when Eric nudged her on her side. Surprise made her bounce in the opposite direction of him at first, but she made herself relax, feeling her ears grow hot with embarassment. Christina was being extremely jumpy, and she knew she shouldn't be right now. She stepped back next to him and looked in the direction he had nodded. There was some small animal there, she realized with a sudden pull to launch her ody at whatever it was. She waited though. The creature hadn't seen them yet, and she didn't want to lose a meal right now. With silent pawsteps she drew closer to it, her head ducked and her body lower to the ground as she crouched. Then, as she seemed to crawl forward in silence, she dashed forward towards the animal, her paws swift under her as she attempted to catch it. Finally, she managed to overcome the animal. It was a pine marten, with dark brown fur and a long body. She slammed her paws down on the creature and quickly wrapped her jaws around it's writhing body. She snapped its neck with a quick but powerful bite. Her sides heaved after using a sudden burst of energy, and she as pretty sure she looked like she had been chased by a bear, with her mane fluffed out and her body shaking so hard.

Christina waited until her body had calmed down again before she began to rip the fur out of the animal. The warm flesh beneath was welcoming, and she gladly began to eat it with hungry bites. She licked the blood from her muzzle, beginning to pick the bones clean. She felt extremely greatful for the meal, for she hadn't managed to eat a thing all day. Christina glanced back at Eric, about to offer for him to have some, when she remembered that he wouldn't eat it, being an herbivvore. She quickly finished it off before she let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thankyou for spotting that, I don't think I could have gone much farther without some food." she said, tone sincere.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan grinned inwardly as the purr escaped her. It felt good to make someone else happy. He watched in silence as she began to dig her teeth into the flesh. It made him want to eat too, but because he had already eaten plenty in that day, he didn't say a word. She needed this food, and he definitely didn't. He watched as she began to pick the meat off the bones hungrily. When she finished, he listened to that whisper again. It was like the voice of the wind, or maybe some dream. It didn't sound real, but he knew it was.

Logan watched as she glanced up at the sky. He did so as well, and realized that the sun would soon leave the sky. This worried him. What if they didn't make it back before the sun settled? He wasn't quite sure what his parents would think aout this. They had a tendncy to worry when he came home too late. It was usually normal for a guy to come home after dark, but with him being a shape shifter, they would have to worry about the other things, like if he was cought by the government. He didn't want them to worry, so he quickly followed Kyra, by air.

Logan heard the whisper of her voice in his head and listened carefully. Her question was just the same as his. He didn't respond for several long moments. "Perhaps. If we can keep up a good pace, yeah, we should be there at least by the time the sun begins to set. I can't be sure though. I don't know exactly how far we are from my house." he told her, then quickly added, "But don't worry, I know which direction my house is, it's- It's something birds just know." He hoped he didn't sound stupid, but was pretty sure he did. Maybe, if she heard only a whisper as well, he wouldn't sound as stupid as he thought he did.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Now that Kyra was much fuller she moved with a much quicker pace, determination in her green eyes. She would make it. Listening to the faint whisper of Logan's voice in her head Kyra glanced up to him, he didn't sound completely sure but she decided to believe him anyway. Quickening her pace Kyra scented the air again and caught the pollution scent again, not completely stronger but a little more than before. Her leg gave a sharp pain and she nearly let out a small cry of pain. It was starting to hurt a lot more now that she had began to move faster. Wincing inwardly she squeezed her eye shut tightly for a few seconds before she opened them again.

"I'll trust your bird instincts then." she thought back to him not short after he had replied to her. Her voice was light and there was a small hint of laughter in it. Lowering her tail calmly as she went on she watched the forest slowly peel away around her, the dense ferns and lush trees thinning out. The land had flattened out at the grass had grew longer, tickling her stomach. The grass was no longer a dark green and now a light orangey-yellow. There was now a vast field of rolling grass before her that went on for kilometers ahead.

The sight lightened her heavy spirit and she started to feel somewhat like her old self. The depression had lifted slightly and she no longer felt like killing herself over everything. She knew those weren't the best thoughts but the stress was too heavy and she was too hungry to think straight. Tripping over her wounded leg she growled to herself and scrambled back onto her feet, limping for the next few feet until she lessened it.


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

When Eric heard her voice it sounded hurt and he drooped his ears, feeling bad now. About to apologize he watched her bound after the Martin, looking away in disgust as she landed on it. The snap followed along with a small squeak. Watching from a few feet away Eric looked up and watched as she started to eat off of the small carcass. He supposed it wasn't much for her but enough to keep moving. Glad that she had finally finished he watched her shivering body and frowned inwardly.

"We better move a bit faster if it's alright with you. It's going to get darker soon and a weak wolf along with a small antelope might become easy prey for the nearby predator packs." he said to her wearily and started to move again, dark eyes focused ahead as he was determined to get home before dawn. Nodding to her thanks over his shoulder Eric kept moving throught the trees, his eyes scanning the trees shadows. A few weeks ago he learned anything could be anywhere at anytime. Glancing at his shoulder where the scar an from his neck to the middle of his abdomen. "Feel free to hop on anytime." he murmured gently to her, his eyes gentle.

Eric coud see that he was still shivering and didn't want her to overwork herself. Deciding to shift into a Gemsbok Antelope the scar grew with him and stayed in the same area. Scenting the air castiously again Eric looked back at Christina, now about a few hands taller than her. Gemsbok were desert antelope and weren't very common in these forests.

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina stood beside him, quickly diveritng her gaze when he once again suggested her weakness. She didn't protest though. She knew he was right, and there was no point in trying to argue with that. "Right, of course, let's keep moving." she replied, wiping her voice of emotion. She knew though that if their eyes met even briefly, all her emotions would flood off of her and he would know exactly how she felt. It was for this reason that she wouldn't meet his gaze anymore.

Christina began to walk again, pricking her soft ears when he made the offer again. She hesitated slightly. "Are you sure?" she asked finally, glancing at him briefly. She sounded somewhat hopeful now, quite the opposite of what her tone had been before. She watched as he became a considerably larger antelope. She couln't quite put a name on it though.

Then Christina noticed the scar. She didn't know how she had overlooked it before. It was a long one too. She wondered how he had recieved it, and guessed that was the reason he had suggested the move at a quicker pace. She looked away again self conciously, clearing her throat and staring at the ground as they walked.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan realized her leg was causing her trouble and winced slightly as if he were experiencing the pain as well. He listened to her tone of voice and found himself grinning inwardly for a few moments. He looked below him at the stretch of light yellow orange grass that rolled through the hills. They would have to go through that for about 30 minutes or so. He couldn't really be sure.

Logan spotted Kyra stumbling below him, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He hadn't realized just how much trouble her leg was causing her until now. He considered slowing the pace some for her. Logan swooped down to her side, fluffing out his fathers as he hopped along beside her. "Your leg is bothering you." he pointed out. "We can slow the pace a little if you want..." He trailed off slightly in his thoughts, not wanting to offend her.

Logan looked ahead of them. From his view of the area up above, this stretch of land hadn't looked too big. But now, he realized just how intimidating it was. The ground sloped downwards every once in a while, then it would climb upwards to another hill. He knew Kyra would have trouble with an uphill climb. He grimaced slightly at the thought. Logan glanced at Kyra, hoping to catch her eye so he would know what her current emotions were. He didn't think it would be too likely she would meet his gaze though. She seemed incredibly shy, quiet, and nervous. He could only imagine what might cause this.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *


Kyra's ears swiveled backwards when she heard Logan coming to land beside her. Slowing her pace to his she looked down at him, hard determination and anxiety clear in her emerald eyes. Realizing that he must have been worried about her deranged walk she lowered her head, ears lowered off to the sides. She was being an idiot, pushing her injured body like that. He was right, she needed to slow down a lot. Making sure she did so her leg was only a dull throbb. "I'm sorry, I've just been looking forwards to getting to somewhere safe where I can sleep and get treated. I might have been pushing myself a little more than I should have." she thought to him, staring at the sunset starting to dapple over the darkening sky.

Some birds flew overhead, sparrows, she thought. The way they took twitchy wingbeats then folded their wings tightly to their bodies interested her. It was like they were always in a hurry and liked to have a little fun on their way. Carefree but hustled at the same time. Smiling to herself her lips curled up at little and soon vanished. Smiling felt so unnatural. It never happened at home and if it did it was when all of the alcohol that was forced into her nearly drove her mad. Yep, never happened. Trying not to bring back those sickening memories Kyra smacked herself with her tail, reminding herself that she was on a mission. It seemed like everytime her tail would touch her side it would jolt her back to reality. It did happen a lot when she would think to herself.

With the slower pace Kyra's muscles began to tense, now getting really fed up with what she was doing to them. The muscles in her injured leg made the wound no better and she winced inwardly at every bit of pressure she pushed onto it. It was worsening quickly. By now she knew it was infected and it wouldn't be long until she wouldn't be able to put any pressure onto it. They weren't near his house yet.


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

Hearing her hurt voice again Eric felt guilt rise in him. He wasn't really good at breaking news to people and usually just gave it to them as it was. She was avoiding his eyes and he could see her unhappiness. The atmosphere she emitted told him all of this was true. But when he offered the ride on his back again he heard hope and almost relief in her voice that pleased him. At least he could make her happy in some way. Stopping after slowing his walk gradually Eric nodded to her, almost a smile on his creamy face. "I'm positive, you look like you need it," Eric told her, his voice perky. "No offense to you of course."

Then Eric folded his two front legs, kneeling down so that she could get on. He silently hoped she would change into a smaller dog before she got onto him, a maned wolf might have been a little challenging to carry. The grass around his head tickled his velvety nose. He was tempted to take a bite but caught himself before he did. He didn't need to eat. He felt that would be like taunting Christina. Flicking his long ears backwards Eric listened to her movement, sneezing shortly when the grass did get too close to his nose. His ears flattened for a minute when that did happened but they slowly raised again. The sounds of the forest were slowly coming to a stop, frogs starting their loud croaking and cricket starting to raise a small corus.

The surrounding was calm and serene and so was he. His surroundings always seemed to affect his mood and he felt rather cheerful. Luckily it wasn't raining. Raining depressed him and thunder made him angry for no reason. He didn't know if that was an antelope instinct or not.

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a
«∙X∙»

Christina nodded and let her pace slow with his. When they came to a stop, and Eric knelt down, Christina had a slight moment of hesitation before she morphed into a much smaller animal. Her body was tiny, and would easily fit into the average human's hand. Her ears were big; huge, actually. Her fur was sandy toned, pale, and creamy. She was a fennec fox. Easily the smallest of the wild canids. She stood next to him for a moment, before hopping onto his back with a bit of effort. She was unsteady at first, trying to gain balance, but she managed to sink into the shape of his back and stay on without trying to cling to him.

She let out a small sigh of relief, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She was tiny, compared to him. "Thankyou, just please, be careful. I really don't want to fall off." she murmured quietly, staring at the ground. Her body was fragile, and falling off of him would easily break her back. The thought made her shudder. Christina swallowed and positioned herself comfortably, while making sure that she would be able to keep her balance up there.

She curled her small legs beneath her, wrapping her tail around herself for warmth. Her eyes closed again as she waited for Eric to return to his full height. The warmth of his body beneath hers was like a heater to her. She welcomed it immediately, her once shaky body gradually becoming still again. Her quick shaky breaths had become slow and deep, as if she had fallen asleep. She relaxed on top of him, her tense muscles finally loosening.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan bobbed his feathered head, inky black eyes darting towards her leg. "I understand." he replied. "Just try to take it easy. If you over work your leg, we won't make it to my house tonight without having to take a break." He told her calmly, then followed her gaze to the setting sun. He sighed inwardly and glanced at her leg once more.

He hated having to make the offer, but with the day coming to an end, and them still not being anywhere near his house, he decided to ask anyways. "Can you turn into anything smaller? So I could carry you? We don't have much time now, and if we don't pick up the pace, we won't make it tonight. But I don't want you pushing your leg any more than you already have." Logan was careful to explain his offer.

Logan didn't look at her as he told her this. His gaze was still locked on the sun. It's base nearly touched the horizon, and the sky was being turned into a beauty of pinks, purples, blues, and oranges. It was fascinating, but it signaled the end of the day, and the rise of the moon. The birds that remained were departing from the sky and taking refuge in their sheltering trees. The small insects that always appeared at this time, were returning, and every now and then, he spotted a bat making a meal out of this.





{{ Sorry for the wait, I had writer's block and didn't want to post anything too short. Plus I've been kinda' sick... -_-

[valiant.]

{That's fine, I'm sorry to hear that you were sick. :c }

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra's eyes darted from the shimmering sun in the bright horizon back to Logan, her eyes flickering as was her trust. Carry her? That seemed strange and not exactly to her liking. They both wanted to get back tonight, she knew, this way would be the quickest. It might be too much for Logan though? Probably not, she knew her smallest form and was sure he could carry her. The problem was herself. Though she had already trusted him by following him. Her trust had always given her second thoughts, now was not helpful. She would have to trust him. It was the only way that wouldn't make her further injure herself.

"Okay, are you sure on that?" she thought to him, her voice quiet in her own head. Her tail had fallen still now and she was intently staring at him. All of her trust was being placed in him now and she didn't like that at all. Still she let her body shrink, her long legs minimizing into shorter legs. Her tail shrunk to half of the cheetah's size and her head became the appropriate size to match her now smaller body. Her body markings became a much darker black and her eyes had changed to a lighter green. She really looked like a domestic cat, but she was really a rusted-foot wild cat.

Her tail waved gently as she was now looking up at him, her body half of the size a large adult of this species would be. She timidly looked up at the sky again and Kyra watched the last pieces of the bright sunset disappeared into the dark, star-filled sky. Her eyes turned back to Logan, her tail lowered as she was still a bit scared of what might happen. "I'm not too much for you?"


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

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Eric felt her settle into the curve of his broad back. It would be enough for her but he was worried that he might drop her. If he did, it would seriously injure her. That would haunt him forever. Standing to his full height again Eric began at a light trot, having difficulty with keeping Christina on his back steadily. Eventually he found a way to keep her safely on. A few minutes later he picked up the pace, not exactly at a gallop but a canter instead. Luckily Eric had found a way to keep her on safely. After another half an hour of this speed he was breathing hard and breaking out of the extremely dark forest. Luckily they hadn't ran into the predators hiding inside the trees.

"Alright, we just have to get through this field and then we'll be in town. I might have to carry you for a few blocks but after that we're in the all clear." Eric murmured up to her. There was now a long field in front of him, the smell of the town much stronger than before. The smell of the crop was so inviting but he had no time to graze on it. As stupid as that sounded. Heading the same speed through the field he ran through the path he always did. It was now trampled in the crop, all sizes of his feet. It always depended on what form he was in and by now he could easily place them all. Heading on Eric kept Christina steady, her body making his back warm. It was quite pleasant.

It was at least another half an hour before the town came into clear view. Scenting the air one last time Eric knelt to let Christna down. Waiting for her Eric let himself cool down. He was quite tired. "Alright, I just have to carry you from here, if that's alright with you."