Creature of Unknown Origin


Like so many times before, the shift was a spark that traveled through the course of my

veins like a pleasant hum. With my creature form came freedom, and a sort of sharpness my human

form couldn’t quite capture in full. It was that clarity I soug ht as my paws thudded against the

packed dirt paths of the woods beyond Spencer’s yard. Galloping through the terrain, I couldn’t

think, I could only act and focus on two things: where I was going and my own breathing.

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