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fornightmare[They were on land again. Rowan had been slowly going insane out of inactivity and the feeling of being locked up in an unnatural plastic cage separated from both his people and the hisil, and he took the first opportunity to leave his new plastic prison.
It was a desert, but he didn't even care. He could feel the spirit world again, though it felt alien and impossible to access. For now, that it was there was enough for him to feel the collected tension disappear by at least seventy-five percent.
Another ten percent disappeared when he shifted into his wolf form and opened his senses beyond what he had been able to sense before. If he had been able to cry, he would have. Instead, he started to explore this new world.
Hours later, he returns to the shadows of the ship, dragging a half-eaten carcass of a deer-sized lizard. Reptile was far from his favorite, but the hunt more than made up for the peculiar alien flavor of the creature. He lays in the sand for a few minutes to recover, enjoying the shade from the spaceship. Then he stretches and shifts back to human, clad only in a pair of pants and quite a bit of blood.
Relief makes him careless; he doesn't think of the scars and tattoos on his body, or how it would look to sit next to a dead animal, licking blood from his fingers or reaching over for another bite from his prey.]
It was a desert, but he didn't even care. He could feel the spirit world again, though it felt alien and impossible to access. For now, that it was there was enough for him to feel the collected tension disappear by at least seventy-five percent.
Another ten percent disappeared when he shifted into his wolf form and opened his senses beyond what he had been able to sense before. If he had been able to cry, he would have. Instead, he started to explore this new world.
Hours later, he returns to the shadows of the ship, dragging a half-eaten carcass of a deer-sized lizard. Reptile was far from his favorite, but the hunt more than made up for the peculiar alien flavor of the creature. He lays in the sand for a few minutes to recover, enjoying the shade from the spaceship. Then he stretches and shifts back to human, clad only in a pair of pants and quite a bit of blood.
Relief makes him careless; he doesn't think of the scars and tattoos on his body, or how it would look to sit next to a dead animal, licking blood from his fingers or reaching over for another bite from his prey.]
