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out_of_thelamp (out_of_thelamp) wrote in manchester_rpg, @ 2010-06-11 07:25:00

Please don't spill coffee on me again!
Who: Tobias and Beth
When: Friday afternoon
Where: out on the green space on campus, near a tree on the lawn
What: Tobias trying to make a sort of peace with Beth, but in dog form
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete




Leaving his bag in his room, Tobias got the notion that he'd take in the campus from a different perspective.  Walking out of the building, he glanced about so as not to change in front of an audience and thought about what form to take.  With a puff of smoke, he felt himself shrink until he stood on four furry legs, with a tail to wag and a long nose to smell things with.  The world and its sensory information immediately changed.

He could smell so many beings, foods, and other foreign whiffs as he put his nose down to the ground and smelled.  It was exhilarating to feel as if he was in the thick of things, and he wagged his tail to himself as he first trotted off, and then broke into an exuberant run.  Dashing down the sidewalk, he made his way into the bushes, weaving around trees and flowering shrubs, all the while breathing in the range of smells, hearing the world around him intensified.  It was a brilliant sensation, all of it, and he felt some of his old humor and self rejuvenated.  

He noted other animals' markings on trees defining territory, and he was strongly tempted to mark this place as his own but he refrained.  In his investigations, he spooked a small rabbit, and he couldn't help himself from taking off after it and toying with it; when he caught it, he hovered over it, instinctively wanting to kill it to be merciful.  He and his father had spent much time together, hunting in various forms;  he had never shied from immersing himself in his animal form to the fullest.  But this felt wrong, and he nudged the small creature as it sat quivering, and then back off of it, laying down to watch it and be sure it was alright. He waited for only a small amount of time, before it bolted away and Tobias watched it run, pleased that he'd managed to control himself. The smell of the rabbit was rich on his canine tongue, and he felt content and free.  The limitations of the human body shed as he moved off, wanting only now to find a nice place to lie in the sun and snooze.  And then he came across her smell. 

How he knew it was Beth's, Tobias wasn't exactly sure.  There was something comfortably familiar about it, and he put his nose to the ground, wagging his tail as he became more pleased at finding a smell he recognized.  He followed it, down the path, around a series of building and across an expansion of green lawn when he finally saw her.  He stopped, raising his head, and gave a loud bark, and then ran to where she lay, only slowing as he grew closer.  He looked at her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his tail wagging and he waited for her invitation to approach.