OOC | 400+ |
Iorek moved outside of Casa di Cavalieri for once. He took his Optime form, his massive bulk hunched and feral a he padded through the forest. As much as he feared his Optime form, it being one of his most dangerous form, he knew that there was danger outside of the pack lands and he needed to be able to handle such. He still looked as threatening as a butterfly and his slight tremble and puffed up fur looked as if a leaf would attack him. The wolfdog wore his newer flower crown. He also wore the baggy cloth pants that Clara had made for him. His lack of knowledge was present in the fact that he didn't know there was a hole for his tail and instead his tail was on the inside
The brown behemoth couldn't stop worrying about the knowledge that there was a monster inside of him; it was the only way he could come to terms with it. There was a monster inside of him that made its presence known with the attack. It still didn't make him feel any less guilty and afraid. He had done horrible things: he had hurt his own pack mate, killed a loner, and injured the other loners. He knew that these loners were bad people, but it still didn't justify him killing them and he was still guilty for injuring Teagan. The hybrid beast was afraid that he would lose control again.
The massive creature sunk down to four legs, hoping that the change in eye-level would help calm him down. He was low to the ground, smaller and less dangerous. He padded awkwardly on his hands and paws, but he didn't care. He sniffed around. Maybe he could find flowers or other pretty things. He liked pretty stones and feathers as well, but as a child he had nowhere to store them. With his home in the fort, he could bring back pretty things. The prospect of the feral beast finding something pretty made him forget about the anxiety he had.
Well, until the red-eyed recruit looked down at his hands, remembering the blood that had dripped from his claws. "Find something nice and maybe I could make something out of it?" He thought, trying to redirect his thoughts. That didn't work that well but it helped. He was still fluffed up and tensed, but he was focused on the ground, The crimson-eyed Cavalier sniffed, trying to find at least a unique stone.
The brown-painted brute wasn't watching where he was going and collided with a tree. "S-Sorry!" The fluffy monster said, fading back into his old ways.
Form: | Time: | Date: | Place: |
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Optime | Day | July | Near AT? |