The effects of being an amur leopard were staggering.
Really, they were.
That was the only reason Jasper could give himself for staying inside -- his body was prepared to be out; every muscle was screaming for it, threatening to give him a headache. He knew there would only be chaos there; it was snowy enough to knock all semblance of electronic security out while making it possible for people to drift around in the cold. I have no clue where I'm going, he thought to himself, lifting his body off of the couch, but I'm useless here.
He took about a minute to edge himself into winter clothing in case he had to convince someone that he wasn't a real goddarn leopard before he was ready. He only had to take a glance at the door and the snow outside to convince himself that it was safe; the noise of the door closing behind him was not lost on his ears.
It would have to remain unlocked.
Jasper changed shape moments afterwards, a creature of immense mystery taking his place -- he was confident here, paw after paw alighted on the snow, a fur coat darkened by black circles becoming more and more adorned with white as the seconds passed. The snow was muddled, somewhat, by the thick footprints he left behind, its peace disrupted by his aimless journey.
He couldn't have cared less. Somebody was out here, maybe, but he was a big cat for a reason.







