Post by Liam on Jul 12, 2012 22:33:59 GMT -5
His clothes were carefully folded and hidden away in the hollow of an old oak off the side of the beaten path. While Liam did not indulge in his other form as many shifters and weres seemed to he had to admit there was a certain pleasure in losing yourself to the instincts and simple thoughts of the animal side. Perhaps a little rattled from a long week of playing the clubs the man seeks out just that in the modest little forest, shaded and dark.
The shift its self takes no more than a few minutes and it isn't long before a small grey fox replaces the thin, naked man. Immediately nose is placed to ground and Liam scampers through the leaf cover, confident, but alert in the setting. No nitch or cranny is left unexplored by the little carnivore and he finds himself snacking on a stray mouse, a dragonfly he finds near a small, babbling creek.
Life, for the moment, is a grand experience and he cannot absorb enough of it. He trails even deeper into the woods and there discovers something truly worth his all consuming curiosity. There is a barrier, tangible, but for him easy enough to cross through. Not far away is tucked a little cabin and Liam's nose twitches excitedly at the thought of all that must be in there. All sorts of things to get into, maybe even, oh delight of delights, food.
But when faced with an even more curious scent the exploration of the cabin is put on hold, and the fox scurries past it, tail waving to and fro in all his excitement. The first thing he sees is a pair of hooves and fuzzy ankles, what in his human mind clicks as goat, but when he cranes his head up, whiskers twitching, eyes blinking in fearless wonder he finds that there is more, much more to this (as is splendidly obvious) woman than he first thought.
If she allows he curls around her calves like a content cat, chatters happily with his ears perked.
It's been a while since he met a satyr, who would have thought to stumble upon one so fine on an afternoon stroll like this?
The shift its self takes no more than a few minutes and it isn't long before a small grey fox replaces the thin, naked man. Immediately nose is placed to ground and Liam scampers through the leaf cover, confident, but alert in the setting. No nitch or cranny is left unexplored by the little carnivore and he finds himself snacking on a stray mouse, a dragonfly he finds near a small, babbling creek.
Life, for the moment, is a grand experience and he cannot absorb enough of it. He trails even deeper into the woods and there discovers something truly worth his all consuming curiosity. There is a barrier, tangible, but for him easy enough to cross through. Not far away is tucked a little cabin and Liam's nose twitches excitedly at the thought of all that must be in there. All sorts of things to get into, maybe even, oh delight of delights, food.
But when faced with an even more curious scent the exploration of the cabin is put on hold, and the fox scurries past it, tail waving to and fro in all his excitement. The first thing he sees is a pair of hooves and fuzzy ankles, what in his human mind clicks as goat, but when he cranes his head up, whiskers twitching, eyes blinking in fearless wonder he finds that there is more, much more to this (as is splendidly obvious) woman than he first thought.
If she allows he curls around her calves like a content cat, chatters happily with his ears perked.
It's been a while since he met a satyr, who would have thought to stumble upon one so fine on an afternoon stroll like this?
