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Kesho Maisha · 11-28-2010, 11:25 PM

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Kesho Maisha

Kesho had yet to travel this far beyond Inferni's territory since returning to the region. Even in the old days, it was rare for him to explore so much. Perhaps it was the freedom of having been alone for so long catching up with him. Whatever the reason, though, he embraced it and begun his trek across the lands. Never before had he seen so many of the humans' creations. He had occasionally run into structures that were similar, but nothing of this magnitude. He was walking now through an area which was very geometric and structured. It seemed as though it might have once been neatly manicured. Kesho didn't know that it was a school for higher education; he hardly knew enough about the humans to reason this. But still, it fascinated him. As he entered one of the buildings-- splintered and chipped doors giving way to his feeble nudge-- sheer curiosity and wonderment entering his mind. He glanced around in awe at the large number of strange and unique objects. He'd not seen any of these before. In front of him stood a nearly complete living room set, surrounded by multiple bookcases filled with literature, both original and classic. Amongst the rubble of a rotten, half-broken table sat several other odds and ends-- including a leather bag, a candle, and a quill. Of course, Kesho had no idea what any of these items were.

Examining each of them closely, he felt the urge to feel them in his hands. Currently lacking opposable thumbs and free-moving fingers, he frowned in frustration. It was truly annoying and altogether displeasing to Kesho to have to be in that form, but since his return to the 'Souls territory it seemed that nearly all canines in this land used their two-legged form frequently. He was not prejudiced against those that preferred it, and he certainly understood the use for it, but ever since he transformed for the first time he had been wary. His alter personality tended to jump on the opportunity to control him, take over him, and mutate into this beast, which hardly resembled the true Kesho. It preferred the Optime form. It was true, though, he needed to be able to use it. If the clan had been in a war recently, then he needed to be prepared for the chance of it happening again. He needed to have all of the same strengths as their enemies did. So, he would practice.

The elderly bronzed coyote, having shoved the door aside-- it was easily removed from its hinges-- entered the abandoned building. Ruby eyes peered around sheepishly, cautiously. Ruby eyes followed the shapes of several curious items on a shelf above him. Having no height to reach these and study them further, he decided now was the best time as ever. Steadying himself in a comfortable seated position, Kesho relaxed, all concentration upon this process. He took extra precautions guarding his mind; if he took over now, it would be a disaster. Kesho-- the body and mind-- would probably be killed in that situation. He knew his limits, and it would be hell if he displayed any weakness at this point. So, he allowed it to happen. He felt it, painfully, as his body lengthened, additional vertebrae being formed with haste. His bones and ligaments cracked and shifted as he grew taller. Arms and legs grew longer as well, and even his jaw felt larger, more powerful. It was no wonder he preferred this form. Crimson eyes gazed back at those objects which had interested him-- in particular the leather bag that lay on the broken table and the lamp that rest upon a shelf, which he could now reach. He was intrigued by these items by their unique shapes, firstly, and secondly because of their useful appearance. He sat there on the floor, having retrieved the objects from their seating places, and began to look at each in length. The oil lamp took him much more time to puzzle through than the bag, and even still, he wasn't quite sure what its point was. Holding the heavy metal and glass object in his weirdly large paws, Kesho realized with slight excitement that he was distracted enough by these objects to dispell any negative feelings or thoughts. He had successfully transformed. Of course, as soon as he realized this, immediate dread filled his mind. All the coyote needed now was for someone else to sneak up on him, in such a vulnerable state, and attempt to start any shit. The elder dog swallowed his worry for as long as he could, continuing to demystify the objects around him.

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