Thread: Genus Majora

Having just come from the tundra, Love was more than overjoyed to be out of the frigid world. Not that is was that bad. It did, however, wear and tear her some. Letting out a sigh, the white wolf swiftly shifted between a row of weaving trees. It had actually become a game and a fun one at that! She was having far too much fun with these trees that she hadn't noticed the crowd that was gathering. There were squirrels, rabbits, foxes, and even a few doe had taken a liking to her silly antics.

Despite the fact that she was a wolf, the other animals had come to know that she wasn't just a wolf. No, Love was more than that. To her, life was not just something you could steal away. She was friends with these creatures and would ask for their forgiveness if she ever decided to eat one.

Today was not a hunting day. Today was, as you might have guessed, a play date! Bouncing down the slope, she kicked some dirt up and she playfully pounced beside a few kits. Nothing could ruin this day. Nothing. Well, maybe a grizzly, but that wasn't likely to happen.

A lot could be deduced by one's scent, if one knew what to look for. Constantly new smells were assaulted the nostrils of a grandiose beast that, by all means, should not have been there. There was the mind of a man inside the beast, and that mind had tuned out the smell of smaller woodland creatures, sensing no threat to an animal of his calibre; the megaceros, with its heavily muscled shoulders, carried a formidable rack of antlers that could esily impale a man.

But instead they seemed to get in the way, getting caught on low hanging branches. Which always caused him to panic for a few moments, as he had researched his animal form well and knew that such branches and snags used to be the death of the might beast. But with the mind of a man, he knew how to edge this way and that so as to not dig his own grave. The forests weren't where he thrived, but he didn't want to walk around in human form when he had naught a clue as to what was out there waiting for him. These wilds certainly weren't what he had been promised when he had signed up for the experiment.

He was in a tangled jam once more when he caught wiff of a new scent, the scent of a wolf mixed in with a human. The primal part of his brain felt panic renew, for in that position he could be picked off by a persistent predator. He wasn't sure whether to hope the wolf was a shifter or not, but either way he let out a low bellow that carried through the trees, an aggressive warning despite his not wanting to fight. He just wished whatever creature it was decided to avoid his area, since such a bellow suggested a very large creature. Which he was.

He just wasn't sure he had it in him to kick a poor beautiful wolf to death to save himself.

As Love rolled around in the dirt, she heard a terrible noise send the birds chattering into the sky above them. Her head tilted down as she looked at the fox cubs beside her front paws. Between a series of barks and yelps, she asked the small ones what the horrid ruckus was. With their eyes wide with sheer delight, they chanted that is was the local idiot.

Breaking into a snorting fit (which would be equivalent to human laughter), her bright yellow eyes scanned the nearby horizon. There was nothing suspicious about it. Wherever the "local idiot" was, he wasn't hanging around where she was. Although, she couldn't help but wonder what made that noise.

Nipping their toes, Love hoisted her hinds off the earth and started to trot down the slope toward the call that came from the creature. Even though it was a warning to stay away, she couldn't help but want to sneak a quick peek at this creature. Was he large or small? Wide or thin?

Well, that would do it. Cackling, Love fixed her eyes open a marvelous sight. A nice pair of racks were caught in a mess of vines, branches, and leaves. Scattering off into the thicket, Love shifted from her wolf form to her human shape. She was known quite well around these parts as a human. The northern tundra knew her better as a wolf.

Creeping out from behind the trees, the woman donned in furs and feathers approached the creature with caution. "My wild brother, I mean you no harm," she whispered in her native tongue. "My belly is full nor would I kill such a beautiful beast like you." A few of the nearby birds went back to chattering, which was a fairly good indicator that she was not a threat. Even the young kits from earlier had found their way to her. Giggling as their tails tickled her legs, Love bopped one on the nose before playfully tickling his belly. "Oh, stop it Ahote. You'll only make your mother cross."

Her gentle blue eyes drifted toward the elk-like creature. "Well, that's one way to get yourself stuck," a smirk slid onto her face. Nearly standing before him, she extender her hand ever so slowly. Stopping a few feet in front of him, she closed her eyes and waited for the creature to butt his nose against her palm. "Whenever you're ready," she cooed to him.