11-23-2008, 03:59 PM
Noah sat quietly on a nest of bark, hair moss, feathers, and scraps of old quilts. The small, one room hut he had taken refuge in had seen better days; many better days. Half of the roof had long caved in and the door had rotted off its hinges long ago. Still, it was a ready made shelter and saved him from digging a den out of the frozen dirt. It served its purpose and if he did decide to stay in the area, he could easily fix it up into something cosier.
His head hung low and his eyes were closed but relaxed. It had been several seasons since he had tried to shift and it was not coming back to him easily. In truth, to shift on purpose had never come all that easy to him. Most of the time, a shift came by accident or in his sleep. Meditation did not seem to be helping either.
The interruption did not annoy him. In fact, he was rather relieved to give up the attempt for the time being. Plus he had begun to wonder if Lucifer actually meant all the stuff he had said and would really visit Noah. The grey male rose stiffly, shook, stretched, and walked just outside the dilapidated little sugar hut.
“Over here lad,” he called, feeling a bit of dejavu. Marco Polo had been a favourite game of his youth.
His head hung low and his eyes were closed but relaxed. It had been several seasons since he had tried to shift and it was not coming back to him easily. In truth, to shift on purpose had never come all that easy to him. Most of the time, a shift came by accident or in his sleep. Meditation did not seem to be helping either.
The interruption did not annoy him. In fact, he was rather relieved to give up the attempt for the time being. Plus he had begun to wonder if Lucifer actually meant all the stuff he had said and would really visit Noah. The grey male rose stiffly, shook, stretched, and walked just outside the dilapidated little sugar hut.
“Over here lad,” he called, feeling a bit of dejavu. Marco Polo had been a favourite game of his youth.