05-18-2011, 02:14 PM
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She stood on a low rock, overlooking the beach. Her head lifted, her long tail gently waving, she was standing on all fours in her luperci form - at long last! Actually it was rather too strong a breeze to make herself such a high target; her long, slightly waving locks that were not restrained in any way in this form were blown right across her protuberant muzzle, getting in the way. This was her bane: she loved the speed and sensation of her floppy-pawed four-legged form but without hands, there was no way to stop her long hybrid-domestic mane from its wild behaviour. It was the first day she'd felt brave enough to leave the warm leather coat at home. She felt a little of the exuberance that a domestic pet dog might, on being taken out for a walk for the first time in months. Caspa was only standing on this rock for as long as it took her excitement to build to a head of steam. Then she bounded down, and took off, galloping along the beach like a child, like a racehorse, revelling in the way her fur blew backwards now, instead of every which way possible. She let her direction gently take her into the surf, where she kept to the shallows, a silver spray of water following her footsteps. Each bound covered a prodigial distance, each step landing on broad paws bred from desert-running ancestors. If the surf had allowed her to leave footprints, a casual observer might have feared them those of a bear. There was nothing fearsome about Caspa today, though. Everything was well in the world. She was fed, and safe, and had companionship of a sort. She was learning to focus her mind and turning this new attentiveness to developing her previous skills of leatherwork and philosophy. All was peaceful, and she could relax. |