Landon Farnsworth (only_an_orphan) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-08-08 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 08 |
RP: Not a Cricket, take II
Who: Landon, Acevona
Where: Backyard, Isaac's house
When: Late night, August 8, 2024
Warnings/Rating: Nudity?
Summary: Lan takes Eva's advice to aid with his transformation
Status: Complete
He'd waited until the house was quiet. Isaac had gone up to bed early, Tristan was at camp, and Acevona was at work for a bit longer. He was dressed just in a pair of boxers, which he'd shed once he was outside. He kind of felt ridiculous, but clearly the change wasn't going to happen in his room. Maybe she'd been onto something with the change of scenery thing. Or the naked thing.
Or maybe he'd just needed some time away from Tris pointing out he might be a cricket.
He moved a little away from the house, toward the treeline to stand just inside it. He didn't really think anyone would be peeking out, but better safe than sorry, right? Sighing, he looked around, half-expecting Tristan to jump out of no-where and surprise him. It wasn't impossible. He certainly could have bounced up here from West Dorset ... but it wasn't likely.
Drawing a few deep breaths, Landon went over the various tips and tricks regarding the final step from shifting from human to lower animal. To his animagus form. He slipped his boxers down his legs, stepping out of them. It was chilly out, but that was to be expected - it was night, and summers never got very hot here. At least it wasn't raining.
Closing his eyes, he focused on his breathing and cleared his mind. He tried not to think of any specific animal, but simply of becoming an animal. His animal. Whatever he was meant to be. He rolled his shoulders to relax them, shifted his stance slightly. He lowered his head and focused on nothing at all.
He wondered if it would help if he crouched down. Feeling remarkably stupid, even though there was no one to bear witness to it, Landon eased down to his knees, bracing his hands against the ground. He laughed a little at himself before he dropped his head again, his eyes closing once more. He inhaled slowly, breathing in the slightly damp, earthy scent of the air this close to the ground. The smell of the grass. His fingers curled a little against the blades and his mind slowly let go of all the thoughts it was holding. He focused then on changing. Just ... changing.
When it started, it took him by surprise. Yes, this was what he'd come out here for, but it was still ... well, a little unnerving to let his body become an animal. Still, he let it go, let himself change. He felt a thrill of excitement ripple through him - whatever he was, it wasn't a cricket. Or a mouse. When he felt the change was complete, he inhaled deeply ...
... and was very startled by the sudden change in the level of scents. He'd smelled earth and grass and damp before. Now he smelled ... things he couldn't even name. Earth, grass, damp, yes, but ... warm, and blood, and fur, and musk, and flower, and leaves and ... decay, somewhere, and those were only the scents he recognized. Gagging a little on the sensory overload, Lan tried to touch his nose, to plug his nose, to try to cut down on the smells - and succeeded only in slapping his muzzle with his paw.
Paw.
He stared for a moment at his paw. It looked distinctly canid, though he didn't know what sort. Wolf or dog; he thought it was too big to be a fox. Though ... not that much bigger. Maybe. It was hard to judge from where he was. Tipping his head up, he scented the air, gagging again. Sweet Merlin, that was going to take some getting used to. How did ... whatever it was he was ... handle all the scents? There had to be thousands of them, all layered together.
Had Tristan ever talked about smells? Maybe. He'd mentioned how different species of rodents had different scents. Maybe this was what he had meant.
Moving slowly forward, Landon attempted to acclimate to this new body. There were some things instinctual about it, and once he figured out how to stop fighting the animal-part of him, it became easier. He dropped his muzzle to the ground - quite literally, having misjudged the distance - and he grunted as he felt a blade of grass slide up his nostril. Shaking his head and sneezing, he laughed. The sound that came out was a strange yippy bark though, and that was just hysterical, which made him laugh harder until he was quite literally rolling around on the grass laughing/barking.
He smelled Acevona - and all the hospital smells clinging to her - at the same time he heard the door open. She must have gotten home a bit early, then. He managed to stop laughing, though he rolled onto his side, lifting his head to gaze at her.
"If you're trying to keep it a secret," she began as she looked at the ... she wasn't precisely sure what he was. "You should probably be a bit quieter." He looked a bit like a wolf, but not quite. There was something different about the shape of his body that didn't ring precisely 'wolf' to her. Flicking her wand toward the open door, she accio'd a copy of the Native Wildlife book. Illuminating the tip of her wand, she flipped open to the Europe section - she'd yet to meet an English-born witch or wizard animagus who wasn't something native to Europe - and began looking through their canids, comparing Landon to the pictures.
"Well, congratulations, golden jackal," she said once she'd found him. "Shall I write to Tristan and let him know you're a cricket? And then you can challenge him to a spar on the next full?" She smiled fondly to Landon as she closed the book. She did notice the pair of boxers nearby, and reasoned if he shifted back, he'd be naked - so she'd clear out before then. "I won't breathe a word," she promised him. "Goodnight, Lan."
Ace decided she'd take the jackal-smile and thumping of his tail against the ground to be a goodnight as well before she turned to retreat to the house.