05-08-2021, 07:47 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Arlo wasn't alone in his furious approach, bounding ahead across the sand terrain was the silver tom. He couldn't afford to let himself be anywhere behind the others. There was a strange twisting feeling under his pelt, the Tom's rage fluctuating and bucking inside of his body. His gaze was clear and stone-hard, his pelt rolling and twitching across shis spine and shoulders. The rage felt like it was pouring out into his blood, and as they arrived at the border, stale scent of fraggelrock only further agitated him.
He was a distance away from the other two, his lips drawn back to show his teeth as he paced the border before he felt a crack in his chest. A pained grunt left him for a moment, more shocked than pained at the feeling there before he noticed something. His fur was changing colors and his paws were growing larger. His eyes narrowed as this occurred, hostile amusement making him laugh. The strange part for his groupmates to observe would be that not only had the gray tom gone from a House cat's size to a massive lion, but his laughter could be heard. I finally have this body back after so long. Perfect timing!, he thought to himself as he shook out his body. The lion body carried no mane and in itself was a mess of reds and browns with cream undertones, the same angry clear gray eyes staring at the border as he took a deep breath. Releasing it in a roar, a roar he'd been waiting to release forever, "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON!?" he didn't care what the others thought, the only important thing was getting Fraggle back, and punishing the one who took him in the first place.
He was a distance away from the other two, his lips drawn back to show his teeth as he paced the border before he felt a crack in his chest. A pained grunt left him for a moment, more shocked than pained at the feeling there before he noticed something. His fur was changing colors and his paws were growing larger. His eyes narrowed as this occurred, hostile amusement making him laugh. The strange part for his groupmates to observe would be that not only had the gray tom gone from a House cat's size to a massive lion, but his laughter could be heard. I finally have this body back after so long. Perfect timing!, he thought to himself as he shook out his body. The lion body carried no mane and in itself was a mess of reds and browns with cream undertones, the same angry clear gray eyes staring at the border as he took a deep breath. Releasing it in a roar, a roar he'd been waiting to release forever, "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON!?" he didn't care what the others thought, the only important thing was getting Fraggle back, and punishing the one who took him in the first place.
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