01-06-2021, 02:10 AM
(Edited 01-06-2021, 02:10 AM by Atticus Roux.)
The world faded in once again as the former Tanglewooder approached the border with weary eyes surveying the treeline. His mind was racing, heart pounding, and paws scarred as he walked closer. Claws scraped against the muddy floor as he trespassed into Tanglewood, unbothered that he passed the border without a word, as formalities were past due. Atticus trudged forward a few more paces, stopping at the field of peace. His golden gaze shifted backwards. Sweeney was presumably following in tow, but he was unsure whether or not if she was keeping up, especially after their long walk.
Injured and tired, Atticus turned back and lowered his haunches to the floor. A huff left him. The male's eyes shifted down to his feet, staring at the large canine paws that he now inhabited. During the raid, the two had managed to snap out of their manipulated state. Sweeney first. Atticus second. In the middle of breaking free of Stryker's hold, for the first time in a long time, rage engulfed his head and the Pittian got heated. As a result, the former feline shapeshifted quite violently into a tabby-coated wolf and plunged into the battle with a vicious rage, unable to control his urges. The result was... brutal.
Despite the beneficial body change, Atticus didn't like to talk about it. He was too tired to... His entire walk back was practically silent, only exchanging few words with Sweeney when needed. Now they were here. The truth was bound to come forth, but he couldn't help but suppress the thought and only swallow nervously. Moving his gaze back to the horizon, he waited others to approach. Even with the new body, he was recognizable. The same pattern and necklace made him indistinguishable from others, so introducing himself would be a waste.
With one last look back at Sweeney to double check, Atticus's scarred body sat patiently.
[wait for @sweeney to post please!!]
Injured and tired, Atticus turned back and lowered his haunches to the floor. A huff left him. The male's eyes shifted down to his feet, staring at the large canine paws that he now inhabited. During the raid, the two had managed to snap out of their manipulated state. Sweeney first. Atticus second. In the middle of breaking free of Stryker's hold, for the first time in a long time, rage engulfed his head and the Pittian got heated. As a result, the former feline shapeshifted quite violently into a tabby-coated wolf and plunged into the battle with a vicious rage, unable to control his urges. The result was... brutal.
Despite the beneficial body change, Atticus didn't like to talk about it. He was too tired to... His entire walk back was practically silent, only exchanging few words with Sweeney when needed. Now they were here. The truth was bound to come forth, but he couldn't help but suppress the thought and only swallow nervously. Moving his gaze back to the horizon, he waited others to approach. Even with the new body, he was recognizable. The same pattern and necklace made him indistinguishable from others, so introducing himself would be a waste.
With one last look back at Sweeney to double check, Atticus's scarred body sat patiently.
[wait for @sweeney to post please!!]