the future's blurry, but the past is a trap.

KILLIAN

The day had been long and Killian was weary, however upon reaching the fields he felt the need to run. He'd always been this way, the farther he could see the farther he wanted to go. The sun on his back, the wind in his hair, he craved it. He craved that freedom feeling, like there was nothing that could tie him down. Weary bones don't stop the restless traveler, and so the golden boy took in a deep breath, and shifted into the feline.

He started at a slow stalk, sharp shoulder blades jutting up as he slunk through the grass. But as he continued on he began to pick up speed, every pulse of his paws against the ground spurred him faster. Soon he was in a sprint, and for as long as he could he just kept going forwards, towards nothing in particular.

A cheetah's strength is in the speed, not the endurance, and before long he had fallen back into a steady jog, his downy chest heaving with deep breaths. He thought maybe to turn back, but upon catching the scent of another, he decided to continue ahead. After meeting two other attuned in their animal forms, and being mildly confused by both, he had gotten used to the idea that there were more like him, and he'd come to recognize the specific scent they carried. The 'wolf' he followed now was no mere wolf, but a shifter like him.

Killian came upon her, a pitch colored canine whose gaze was lost in the storms. Killian let out a chirp, then made his way closer to her. He cocked his head, then gave the whole telepathic thing a go, Hey, mind some company?

whatever and ever, amen
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again