In {heart} and //head... [Icarus]

[Jocelin d'Chat]

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Her cat called to her. That great, feline being that had become part of who she was, made her what she was... it called to her. It needed freedom, it needed space, and it needed it now. Of course, the girl disliked this every bit as much as she disliked her lack of control at that moment. She had snarled at someone for getting too close, she had nearly gutted a man for simply brushing up against her. Something was off with her and she couldn't tell for sure what it was and that bothered her more than anything.

When Jocelin finally got into the forest, she breathed a sigh of relief and searched around for an appropriate spot to hide her clothing and such. With that taken care of, she closed her eyes, took a breath, and tried not to scream. Even with all of her practice, it still hurt like nothing else when her bones snapped, her organs reformed, her skin stretched and shrank and her short, black fur forced its way to the surface as her body changed. After her form had shifted fully, she stretched out and let out a loud, rumbling roar, alerting everyone nearby that she was on the loose. It may have been stupid, but they wouldn't be able to find her anyway, so who really cared?

That taken care of, she got up on her hind legs and placed her claws on the trunk of that same tree, digging her claws in and sliding them down, leaving two sets of marks in the bark that would tell her where her belongings were, as well as sharpening her already deadly claws. That taken care of, she raised her nose to the air and sniffed, a quiet growl forming in her throat as she padded forward, silently and with the grace that all felines have. She found another tree nearby and jumped easily into the branches, blending easily with the shadows as her tail hung down, flicking slightly, the only warning to whoever walked by that there was a large cat sitting in that tree, waiting to pounce.

I should hunt... she thought and glanced around, deciding that it could wait for a bit. Maybe she would run into somebody nearby, if nothing else this was more restful than hiding in the shadows when she was stuck in her human skin. It was safer as well, since this form had teeth and claws. This form was safe.

Safe. That was an interesting word to choose. Though it was true that it was a lot harder to hurt a large cat, more so when it was hard to spot her when she was pretty well one with the night, Jocelin never really felt safe. She could run away, she could kill, and she could hide, but none of that ever made her feel that her past was going to go away, that the scars would actually heal, that she would find anybody to accept her because she was so damn strange and who liked someone so terribly different from himself? Nobody. Not her parents, not those so-called doctors, not the nuns or the priests or any of the commoners. Sure as hell, the nobles didn't want anything to do with her. Safe was home... and Jocelin didn't have one of those.

written for Icky-kun
by the lovely Jocelin
who, at present time, is feeling lonely, bored, hungry
for you, she wrote 561 words
and I think... I kept it shortish for joo <3 Hope it isn't too awful D:

[Icarus Bowen]

.I.c.a.r.u.s.

†-- Hurting inside

I looked around, my mind empty and eyes clear. I saw no threat so I felt it fine to walk around in my in-between form. Red brown feathers mingled with my hair, giveing it a fluffy look. Bringing out the highlight of dark blonde at the tip of my black hair. Wile my large green, black and white wings where folded in around my body. where cyan blue feathers graced my back. I looked like a multi-colored angel. Wile in all actuality was just a deformed Blue Throated Bee-Eater. most likely got the extra wings from the same genetic malfunction that made me a mute.

Reality sucks doesn't it, and I cant even gripe about it. Oh how life gave me the short end of this stick. But this was my lot in life, no use getting depressed over it. I played with the clump of feathers on my face that gave me a masked appearance. At least I wasn't given a tail. think of the pants I'd have to wear then. But i did have some Pin feathers back there. Either I was growing feathers on my arse or I had a tail in the works. Wonderful.

I looked back to my forest home. The only thing I could afford until i found work. I walked deeper into the forest, farther from civilization and the possibility of being discovered by some mortal.I slowly took the remnants of my shirt. When I changed, my wings took a toll on my cloths. Id have to pick up another shirt with what little money i had left. The ivory and light yellow feathers streaked my sides and left my bare chest and face untouched. Like an island in a sea of feathers.

I noticed a few creaks coming from a tree a few feet in front of me. I looked closer, a panther stalked from above. Not me but probably some hapless animal. But i knew Panthers where not native to the area, so this is either an escaped pet or a Garou of sorts. Still I kept my distance, but I gave a grunt to the animal. Sadly the only sound I could make, and every vibration that created the sound pained me. Makeing me want to hack and cough. But I did not show it, I had grown used to it by now.

But what was this feline doing here? Can some one answer me that? Oh wait, I cant ask any body anything. I cant talk.

written for Joceie-eyes
by the lovely Iki-Kun
who, at present time, is feeling Depressed
for you, he wrote 424 words
and I think... That its pretty bad. But i like your post Mutts ^^

[Jocelin d'Chat]

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Well, well, well... what have we here? The feline gave an interested growl, her eyes focused on the multicolored male before her. He was... interesting, if a bit odd looking; she had never seen anyone in an anthro form before, so it struck her as odd. Her head tilted to one side and she gracefully jumped down from the tree, coming close to the creature without actually touching him, and staring at him with a quiet sort of interest, taking him in. Could she do something like that? Only one way to find out.

Her bones shifted again, making a sick cracking noise as they reformed, realligned, and overall seemed to do the best to make the girl cry out. But she didn't. Once it was over, her once-again human features turned into a slight frown, and she looked at what could have been either a paw or a hand, lifting it to her face. Her eyebrows came together and she focused on it, watching with a sick sort of curiosity as the structure formed itself into what was very clearly a hand, despite the claws that she knew were there. There was fur all over her body now, black and soft and just as spotted as it was in her other form, and she could feel her ears flicking around, on top of her head. Because she was still crouched on the ground, she took a moment to observe the changes - the tail that remained at the base of her spine, the mostly-human shape of her body... A quick exploration of her mouth told her that she had fangs, and a swipe of her tongue over the fur on her arm told her that she still had that sandpaper texture that most cats possessed.

Her stormy eyes turned to the bird-man now and Jocelin grinned, Interesting... A quick shake of her head had her hair over her shoulders and she tilted her head, a quiet rumble in her chest that could easily have been mistaken for anger a signal that she didn't really consider him a threat. After a moment, she rose, her body full of feline elegance as she stood straight, ready to run or fight, and realized that she would be grateful for the fur that covered her more private parts, had she been more modest (though, despite how skinny she was, with her curves and form, it was fairly likely that anyone who saw her would appreciate this lack of modesty). After another moment, in which she trailed her eyes over the male's form, the cat-girl found herself wondering if she should possibly talk. It wasn't that she couldn't, she just... didn't ever want to. Silence was much, much easier for her, so it wasn't unusual for her to keep quiet.

written for Icarus
by the lovely Jocelin
who, at present time, is feeling curious, excited
for you, she wrote 476 words
and I think... ooo, she has an anthro form now x3 Fast post because I really should be in bed xD;