Post by Will S on May 23, 2011 12:53:13 GMT -8
Tomas looked at what he had in his bag, a few medical supplies, some herbs, emergency rations, and his wallet should he need cash. In his homid form his hair was shaved short, he wore basic clothing and knew this was what he had to do.
The compulsion he had allowed himself to become addicted to was one that was hindering. The compulsion to be pretty. no matter the cost. this had driven him to the brink of Harano, He was ready for death, but unicorn gave Tomas back what bear had taken from him, his out word beauty. When this happened he knew he had to shake this compulsion. that is when it came to him. He was not as self aware when he was in lupus. this was the key for him.
A journey to find his inner wolf and become one with it. This would allow him to shed his human desires.
Tomas shifted to Hispo. His fur in this for as well had been shaven. he was more like a white afghan than a wolf from the shaving, but it would serve a purpous he no longer had the rainbow die in his fur.
Tomas stepped sideways into the umbra and started on his journey to Yellowstone, the home where StrangeBlood had grown up. He knew that the Red Talons knew the most about being a wolf and so he went. To seek help from them.
Several days had past and he found himself at the border of the park, he sniffed the air to smell for any markings, smelling wolf and seeing the edge of an umbral bawn he let out a Howl of introduction, waiting for someone to show up.
The compulsion he had allowed himself to become addicted to was one that was hindering. The compulsion to be pretty. no matter the cost. this had driven him to the brink of Harano, He was ready for death, but unicorn gave Tomas back what bear had taken from him, his out word beauty. When this happened he knew he had to shake this compulsion. that is when it came to him. He was not as self aware when he was in lupus. this was the key for him.
A journey to find his inner wolf and become one with it. This would allow him to shed his human desires.
Tomas shifted to Hispo. His fur in this for as well had been shaven. he was more like a white afghan than a wolf from the shaving, but it would serve a purpous he no longer had the rainbow die in his fur.
Tomas stepped sideways into the umbra and started on his journey to Yellowstone, the home where StrangeBlood had grown up. He knew that the Red Talons knew the most about being a wolf and so he went. To seek help from them.
Several days had past and he found himself at the border of the park, he sniffed the air to smell for any markings, smelling wolf and seeing the edge of an umbral bawn he let out a Howl of introduction, waiting for someone to show up.
