09-30-2012, 06:50 PM
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Finally a break. Leviothan let a wheezing breath slip from his jaws, his arms sore from the constant state of labor that he'd been putting them through for the last few days. His lazed expression seemed to slightly shift for the better when he realized that there was something he could do within this small break, something he was sure would benefit him in the future. He had yet to explore the Treetop Terrace. Without a sound, he quickly moved toward the forest, stripping of the dirtied, soiled clothes that he'd worn for the past few days, and with a hint of concentration, his eyes closed. Only after they'd been closed for a while did he quite painfully begin shifting down from his Optime form into his Secui form. His mane slowly decreased in length, moving so that there was only that patch around his throat, the copper toned fur rippling as his muscles beneath restructured, his bones growing shorter by the moment.
By the end, he'd lost the Optime form, but had taken on his favorite. His claws dug into the earth beneath as if trying to feel out this form and without a sound and a second to spare, he grabbed for the bag that was still set near the tree and took off at top speeds, whipping through the other trees of the forest right toward the treetop terrace.
He had not been running for long when he heard a distinct hum drifting from somewhere ahead of himself. Knowing that it couldn't be the wind, he slowed the pace of his running to a slow pace, listening further for any sounds that might have drifted from afar and that's when he stopped. He could smell her before he'd reached the trees, a scent he hadn't picked up before. Someone he didn't know. All about he could see the ruin that the storm had left in this section of the forest, how much of the mess had been cleaned and picked up but not completely finished. He was sure it'd take a while for that to be the case. But what caught his interest was the sight in his peripherals. He could see what appeared to be another wolf, this one in Optime. He probably knew that she could smell by now but wasn't certain so silently, he moved closer and only once he noticed what she had done did he dip his head lower in a sense of respect for the occasion. He'd wait for her to finish her hum. It was nice, even if tuneless. He remembered when his brothers and sister died, how his mother had reacted and done the same for them.
The thought brought about a few feeling in their own but he didn't say anything. Not yet. He'd let the she-wolf speak first.
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Leviothan Moonbreaker
I live for those in my pack, to see them prosper, to see them create. But I also live to see that they live. To create for them.
Finally a break. Leviothan let a wheezing breath slip from his jaws, his arms sore from the constant state of labor that he'd been putting them through for the last few days. His lazed expression seemed to slightly shift for the better when he realized that there was something he could do within this small break, something he was sure would benefit him in the future. He had yet to explore the Treetop Terrace. Without a sound, he quickly moved toward the forest, stripping of the dirtied, soiled clothes that he'd worn for the past few days, and with a hint of concentration, his eyes closed. Only after they'd been closed for a while did he quite painfully begin shifting down from his Optime form into his Secui form. His mane slowly decreased in length, moving so that there was only that patch around his throat, the copper toned fur rippling as his muscles beneath restructured, his bones growing shorter by the moment.
By the end, he'd lost the Optime form, but had taken on his favorite. His claws dug into the earth beneath as if trying to feel out this form and without a sound and a second to spare, he grabbed for the bag that was still set near the tree and took off at top speeds, whipping through the other trees of the forest right toward the treetop terrace.
He had not been running for long when he heard a distinct hum drifting from somewhere ahead of himself. Knowing that it couldn't be the wind, he slowed the pace of his running to a slow pace, listening further for any sounds that might have drifted from afar and that's when he stopped. He could smell her before he'd reached the trees, a scent he hadn't picked up before. Someone he didn't know. All about he could see the ruin that the storm had left in this section of the forest, how much of the mess had been cleaned and picked up but not completely finished. He was sure it'd take a while for that to be the case. But what caught his interest was the sight in his peripherals. He could see what appeared to be another wolf, this one in Optime. He probably knew that she could smell by now but wasn't certain so silently, he moved closer and only once he noticed what she had done did he dip his head lower in a sense of respect for the occasion. He'd wait for her to finish her hum. It was nice, even if tuneless. He remembered when his brothers and sister died, how his mother had reacted and done the same for them.
The thought brought about a few feeling in their own but he didn't say anything. Not yet. He'd let the she-wolf speak first.
OOC: Right now Leviothan is in Secui form, one of the forms he rather likes. Because of this, no clothes aside from the rough looking sack bag that he has tied around his shoulders. Word Count:471
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