Post by Yue Yoshida on Jun 23, 2015 15:39:24 GMT
If there was one thing Yue loved, it was nightly strolls. A stroll had never hurt anyone, or at least that was what Yue told herself. She didn't have many options here at Hisso academy, at least not in the form she was in. After all, a wandering wolf with tribal markings looked sort of...out of place in a school that was 'supposed to be' normal. But loving her Natural form so much, Yue found herself doing it anyway.
Every smell was so fresh and rich in this form, and the other form dulled smells down so much. Yue found herself enjoying things much more this way. With a happy trill, she splayed herself out on the grass, rolling around in the fresh green that the crossroads had to offer. A lot of student opted to take this route during the day, but at night it was nearly empty, save for the occasional student roaming around.
Since she had taken this form earlier, she wouldn't be able to shift back for a while. And she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She rolled back onto her belly however, when her ears picked up the sound of...footsteps maybe? Was someone coming this way? She quickly ducked into a nearby bush, the scent of the foliage surrounding her as she watched the path.
Ian Fischer
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Post by Ian Fischer on Jul 3, 2015 2:39:01 GMT
security is a superstition
► life is either daring or nothing ◄
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Was it three thousand? Or five? ... twenty-four hundred? Ian halted in his walking to stand still a moment. His head lowered, brows deeply furrowed, eyes threatening to tear up due to his frustration. Even his arms and overall form shook ever so slightly from his overwhelmed rise of emotions. He had lost count again.
Usually Ian was good at this. He could take a deep breath, re-find his calm. Come to peace with the situation and from there go to find a solution. But this time ... the campus was large. This wasn't a matter of three hundred or so steps in between his classes. These were thousands. Having to walk all the way back to the original curb to start over was giving him a headache already. How could he have lost count? He was such an idiot.
Ian's grip on his cane tightened as his form shook a few more seconds before he sighed in defeat and sat down upon the cement sidewalk right where he was. Screw finding a bench. Screw having to go all the way back to find his way home to his dorm. Screw all of this!
Bringing in his leg to sit in the pretzel fashion, he would sit there for a good while. He needed to calm down. Everything was alright. Gritting his teeth he would repeat similar comforting phrases within his mind hoping that his frustration would lessen enough for him to think clearly. |
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