Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-06-03 10:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | bagheera, big bad wolf, christine daaé, sleeping beauty |
Who: Fuzz!Shane (open, all replies will be assumed to be at different times)
What: Fuzz!Shane is running around the park, enjoying himself for once.
Where: Central Park
When: A few days after this.
Warnings: TBA? Likely none.
Shane had settled into his new life with more ease than he had hoped. The first night had been disorienting, the city a cacophony of sound and scent and people. One benefit to being a very large 'dog,' however, was that he was mostly left alone. The other creatures he came across, from strays to displaced humans, gave him a wide berth.
The only real fear he had was that of potentially being caught by some well-meaning person calling animal control, so he stayed away from thoroughfares and kept to shadows and back alleys. He slept through the warm night sheltered from a light rain by a broken down awning on a side street, woke early in the morning, and moved on.
By the third day he felt he was starting to get the hang of things. Small animals were everywhere in the city, and by the second day every one of them looked appealing. There was deep satisfaction in catching something to eat with your teeth, crunching it your jaws and devouring it. Killing for an undeniable reason. Hunger was as natural and old as the world.
He'd encountered only one real scare, when a police car stopped close to the alley he'd picked to settle in with dinner, but he'd hidden behind a dumpster until the officers were done walking through.
Familiar thoughts and worries still broke through on occasion. How was Boyd doing? Would she have noticed he was gone? Would anyone?
Then he would go find something new to marvel at-the way water collected in a pool at the corner of the street, or his own agility as he ran through alleys, leaping over fences, and those ugly, human thoughts would be washed away.
The afternoon of the third day found him in Central Park. It hadn't been easy to reach it, but if there was anywhere he wanted to be in the city, it was there. There were a thousand places to hide, fountains everywhere, plenty of shade, and wildlife hiding in dark corners. If he was eventually going to get out of the city as he planned, the best place to start testing himself was in something that at least seemed like a facsimile of nature. And there were also people-people in droves now, in the early summer, and people who were easily tricked into thinking he was just a friendly stray.
A good afternoon. He'd gone swimming in a fountain, which had been cooling and wonderful and, if nothing else, worth it for the children delighted to see a 'doggie' and the concerned mothers pulling them off the fountain's edge. Then he settled into the shade of a tree removed from the many families touring the park and laid down on the grass to cool off.