Meggie! Sorry this took longer than anticipated Dx
Meaningless, meaningless, meaningless. Shandom felt absolutely and entirely meaningless in Cours des Miracles, and he was remiss to admit it was entirely his fault. His reluctance to accept the Optime form was unusual for these lands, he'd come to realize, and deep within his heart the male wished he remained a loner slightly longer. But he had so desired to be a member of a pack again, to enjoy the pack dynamics and closeness that he remembered from Etienne. Shandom hadn't taken into account, though, that in Etienne everything was handed to him on a silver platter. The Qi'Vaex name did not matter in these alien lands; his status as an Alpha heir meant absolutely nothing to anyone. In fact, he hadn't even mentioned it.
It wasn't really to say he was unhappy. The several wolves he'd met were nice enough, and nobody had made any direct comments about how awkward he seemed (though, he supposed, this might have had something to do with the eternally cocky demeanor he employed). Nobody was directly antagonistic, and some seemed to genuinely like him, but he missed the vibrant personalities he used to know. If he were being honest, he missed Lea - of course - but he also missed Odin quite a bit. Even though his brother was as strange as a walking, talking stalk of broccoli, the younger male had always been a good ear and a fantastic supportive shoulder. Shandom wondered often if Odin hated him, or thought him to be a monster, but he'd always seemed able to see the truth in things. If anyone, he would have understood why he did what he did.
On his strange two legs, Shandom wandered through the territory, still feeling rather pointless. A hungry twang reminded him it had been far too long since he hunted and satiated himself. Shifting was all rather effortless, the male considered as he focused on bringing his body into the large Secui form. Rapidly, the male shortened, condensed, and lost the strange long limbs that characterized his two legged form. Paws returned to paws, his arms became his front legs, and Shandom felt himself again. Breaking into a brisk trot, the male trotted into the grove where he often slept and allowed his instinctual senses to take over.
It was not long before he caught wiff of prey, and Shandom followed it. The scent came from a rather large male rabbit, and while the chase was brief, it was still exhilarating. The rabbit died quickly once he clasped his jaws around it, feeling the little bones crunch and the blood seep into his mouth. God, it tasted good. Good didn't even describe it. That freaking rabbit tasted absolutely delicious. Once it was dead, Shandom figured it would be prudent to shift back into his Optime form. When he was in Cours des Miracles, he really did try his hardest to stay on two legs. Still, the sensation was odd. As his limbs lengthened back and his paws turned back into hands, Shandom wondered how anyone could actually enjoy this form. It would always feel unnatural.
Still, he didn't want to dwell on anything particularly philosophical now. He wanted to eat a rabbit. Happily, the male sat down to enjoy his large snack, chomping happily and generally enjoying the setting sun.
