He responded. He was going to let me look at his fur, nice and up close. It was relatively rare for a stranger to let me inspect them. I am happy though, that I get a chance to see the little details of his very interesting fur, very interesting marking. I have not seen a marking quite like it before. I am thinking that I like this marking.
He smiles at me and stick out his paw. My golden gaze instantly switches to the paw, tilting my head as I looked at it. I took a few steps closer on my delicate black paws, and then I fell to the ground with a lazy grace. Yes, my fall was somewhat lazy and somewhat graceful, a strange combination for sure. I put my paws around his, my nose getting close as look at it. His name is Chance, this boy. Chance, the one who let me look at his fur. I do not break my gaze though, my eyes are fixated. He can get a good look at them now, and see the subtle hint of color that wasn't seen from afar. I have a haze of blue covering my eye, like a blanket of fog on a moon lit night.
"Seren...Seren is what First Mother called me. Chance...your name...It means possibility," I say, my voice still child like in nature, though a bit static and not as flamboyant as children often have. His name has much meaning to me. Chance, the possibility. There are so many possibilities for the body. The body can look like many things, birds, wolves, insects, trees. I want my form to change thus I need to view all the possibilities. Chance. Maybe he knows, his name implies he might.
I stick my nose right on his paw, sniffing it carefully before sticking my eye real close. i was looking at the little color changes each little hair had. I am cut short though, he asks me a question and I am forced to break my fixation to answer him.
"Chance, I like all the fur, some fur, is more interesting than others. Fur needs to be examined. Possibility. All fur is possibilities. You know, your name is Chance, yes? Do you know of the possibilities?" I ask, staring right into his eyes, my white face close to his. I still hold no smile on my face when I ask, but there is no aggression in my body. I don't think I have really been aggressive in my life. My questions, however, may not make sense to him but I do not know that. I am stuck in my own little world, I assume others view the world how I do but I am slowly learning they do not. That is their loss though. I feel like I know secrets of the world, that is so obvious and yet everyone else is oblivious to the fact we have much control over our bodies. I just have to prove them wrong. I will grow feathers, I will have a crow beak, I will have protruding bones and vines as a tail. Just you wait.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None |