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Post by Lysander Farjul on Jul 7, 2011 12:59:37 GMT -5
“Oh my GOD, is that a lion?!” “Honey, run!” “Where’s my baby? WHERE’S MY BABY?” “Is somebody calling the police?
Ah, the screams of abject terror. It was music to his sensitive ears. The thrill of frightened prey, the pounding of feet, as if they actually thought they could outrun him if he really wanted a taste of their flesh…
Yeah, and the shrill noise that practically cut through his eardrums, until he thought they might burst. Maybe strolling into the park to shift in the low hanging trees in the late afternoon wasn’t such a good idea, after all. He did love the heat, and being in his human body for so long had annoyed him to no end…
But he just wasn’t in Kansas anymore, was he? Oh well. At least he’d relieved some of his boredom as he watched various tourists fleeing as fast as their sandals could carry them. And the way that pregnant woman moved, dragging her little brat so fast, the child was practically airborne…
With a sound akin to a snort, Lysander watched the retreating humans with a sense of amusement. It had started off as a nice enough day; the expensive hotel in which he stayed had offered a variety of different services, ranging from hot bathes to…professional company. He’d awoken with a sense of lazy contentment, gorged on a few rare steaks- no doubt scaring the wits out of the cooking staff- and taken a leisurely stroll through the park. Combined with the heat, the low lying trees made him homesick, and it was just natural to find a secluded area and shift into his natural form.
Hell, these stupid little humans thought that his appearance was scary. If he really gave in to his instincts, there would be nowhere to run.
Stretching, the lion watched the humans as they scuttled away, lying contently on his side with his legs out in front of him. His ears twitched as the sounds of wailing sirens became increasingly closer, and with a sad sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and trotted off to where he’d hidden his clothes.
The change was flowing, as usual, and he relished in the ache and crunch of bones shifting. As the sirens grew louder, he quickly slid on his pants, glaring down at the thin material of his shirt, socks and shoes. Gods, was it so necessary to don these annoying things? They were so confining, so annoying, so…ITCHY.
Scooping the clothing up, he decided against them, for now. Padding barefoot and bare chested across the grass, he moved away from a growing scene of chattering humans and excited cameras. Ducking into the nearest cafe after managing to shove himself into the rest of his clothing, he watched as the people outside scurried around.
Silly little people. It was just so sad, when seeing a lion out of its cage was the highlight of their day. And some said that ignorance was bliss…
TAGGED: open! WORDS: enough! NOTES: JOINNNNNN. >D LYRICS: Katy Perry CREDIT: To BUNNYA! from CAUTION 2.0!
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