03-10-2012, 08:01 AM
Ismeme and Thana said their goodbyes as they separated for the first time in their lives. She would miss her sister dearly but Isa believed it was time for her to settle down and find a pack that would accept her while Thana wanted nothing more than to keep moving. Her sister was never one to be fond of others, she especially hated taking orders. Thana would never wish to become a member of a pack.
Isa examined her surroundings, her ice blue eyes taking everything in. She could have sworn she picked up the scent of a pack but since it seemed no one was around, perhaps she had been mistaken. Ismeme thought it best to be in her preferred form in case anyone did happen to show up. The first noticeable change in her form was her mane, as it grew longer, reaching past her shoulders. She was glad she had brought a tie with her so she could pull it back and out of the way. A noticeable crack was heard as her limbs stretched and grew longer. Her toes extended, forming into fingers. Her backed cracked as she stood on two feet and stood straight. Isa’s tail grew a little longer and, in a way, fluffier. The last change was her ears as they became larger to fit her form. She stood proud as the transformation concluded.
She took the tie off her wrist and started to braid her main as she usually did. Once her long silver mane was braided, Isa wrapped the tie around it to keep it in place. The sun beat down on her, making Ismeme’s light pelt appear brighter as it warmed her. She smiled, feeling completely full of bliss at that moment. It had been nearly a year since her father had passed. She was glad he was gone but she still had the scars to prove he had left some impact on her. Because of how he treated her she had trouble opening up to others, mainly males. Isa reached up to trace the scars trailing from her left shoulder to her right side. She frowned as she fixed her mane so it covered her right eye along with the scar that was near it. She hoped she could find someone she could have a connection with like she had with Thana. Isa held onto the crescent moon pendant around her neck as she walked around, looking for any sign of a pack living anywhere nearby.
Isa examined her surroundings, her ice blue eyes taking everything in. She could have sworn she picked up the scent of a pack but since it seemed no one was around, perhaps she had been mistaken. Ismeme thought it best to be in her preferred form in case anyone did happen to show up. The first noticeable change in her form was her mane, as it grew longer, reaching past her shoulders. She was glad she had brought a tie with her so she could pull it back and out of the way. A noticeable crack was heard as her limbs stretched and grew longer. Her toes extended, forming into fingers. Her backed cracked as she stood on two feet and stood straight. Isa’s tail grew a little longer and, in a way, fluffier. The last change was her ears as they became larger to fit her form. She stood proud as the transformation concluded.
She took the tie off her wrist and started to braid her main as she usually did. Once her long silver mane was braided, Isa wrapped the tie around it to keep it in place. The sun beat down on her, making Ismeme’s light pelt appear brighter as it warmed her. She smiled, feeling completely full of bliss at that moment. It had been nearly a year since her father had passed. She was glad he was gone but she still had the scars to prove he had left some impact on her. Because of how he treated her she had trouble opening up to others, mainly males. Isa reached up to trace the scars trailing from her left shoulder to her right side. She frowned as she fixed her mane so it covered her right eye along with the scar that was near it. She hoped she could find someone she could have a connection with like she had with Thana. Isa held onto the crescent moon pendant around her neck as she walked around, looking for any sign of a pack living anywhere nearby.