07-29-2009, 01:48 AM
[html]For preggers Cwmfen! 
Slay moved slowly through the trees, their verdant canopy filtering light down to dapple his broad back. It was still very strange, foreign to him - moving on two legs. Dahlia's Hunter had finally stepped out into the light again, and this time he had taken the biggest step forward he had since joining a pack in the first place. He had finally claimed his birthright as a werewolf, and made the full shift to his upright form. And what a strange, lumbering form it was; the big arctic male felt like he was lurching with every step he took, his wide footpaws sinking into the soft wet earth beneath his massive girth.
His new appearance was veritably feral in nature, with his long obsidian talons, wildly shaggy mane, barrel-chest and war-paint markings. He had never considered his queer markings anything but ugly, but now, in a vertical version, they looked almost threatening... a stark contrast, warning prey of his tribal roots. Bizarre. His icewater gaze - faded nearly to white now - darted hesitantly through the trees of the damp forest, still with the edge of guilt creeping in his stomach. Shifting was unnatural, was it not? A taboo, and yet... he had been capable of such strength since his childhood.
His shambling gait led him to a clearing, where the streams of Oberon's Spring cut swathes into the rolling meadow. The hulking werewolf knelt awkwardly, forcing his weight onto one knee so that he could lower his muzzle and drink. The water, though tainted with silt from the recent rains, was cold enough to quench his sudden thirst. He dipped a finger into the water, swirling it curiously to feel the sensation of wetness on his newly-sensitive pawpads. "And I haven't felt tired yet," he murmured aloud, pleased by the energy coursing in his veins, and then startled by the booming timbre of his voice. He had always been somewhat large for a wolf, but this was ridiculous. He felt like a giant tramping through the forest, too big for nature itself. Even a bear would think twice before tussling with the burly Optime... at least he had discovered a new way within himself to protect those he needed to, no matter how uncomfortable it made him.
Slay moved slowly through the trees, their verdant canopy filtering light down to dapple his broad back. It was still very strange, foreign to him - moving on two legs. Dahlia's Hunter had finally stepped out into the light again, and this time he had taken the biggest step forward he had since joining a pack in the first place. He had finally claimed his birthright as a werewolf, and made the full shift to his upright form. And what a strange, lumbering form it was; the big arctic male felt like he was lurching with every step he took, his wide footpaws sinking into the soft wet earth beneath his massive girth.
His new appearance was veritably feral in nature, with his long obsidian talons, wildly shaggy mane, barrel-chest and war-paint markings. He had never considered his queer markings anything but ugly, but now, in a vertical version, they looked almost threatening... a stark contrast, warning prey of his tribal roots. Bizarre. His icewater gaze - faded nearly to white now - darted hesitantly through the trees of the damp forest, still with the edge of guilt creeping in his stomach. Shifting was unnatural, was it not? A taboo, and yet... he had been capable of such strength since his childhood.
His shambling gait led him to a clearing, where the streams of Oberon's Spring cut swathes into the rolling meadow. The hulking werewolf knelt awkwardly, forcing his weight onto one knee so that he could lower his muzzle and drink. The water, though tainted with silt from the recent rains, was cold enough to quench his sudden thirst. He dipped a finger into the water, swirling it curiously to feel the sensation of wetness on his newly-sensitive pawpads. "And I haven't felt tired yet," he murmured aloud, pleased by the energy coursing in his veins, and then startled by the booming timbre of his voice. He had always been somewhat large for a wolf, but this was ridiculous. He felt like a giant tramping through the forest, too big for nature itself. Even a bear would think twice before tussling with the burly Optime... at least he had discovered a new way within himself to protect those he needed to, no matter how uncomfortable it made him.