An Arrival
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untoldmythWash grabs his dufflebag from the overhead rack and steps off the bus, looking around with some curiosity. New city. He's never been here before and honestly he hadn't even looked at where he was going, just bought a ticket for the first bus leaving and got on before he could change his mind and slink back home, tail between his legs.
He walks through the bus terminal and out into the city, and then? Who knows?
A cheap motel is easy enough to find and good enough to dump his stuff in while he tries to find a place to live, but tonight he needs to explore, stretch his legs.
Stretch his wings.
He hits the back streets closer to the city centre and finds a fire escape to climb up. The roof is quiet, high enough that the traffic is a bit muted. And then he takes a breath and slips into his other form; a cat with wings and sandy coloured fur, lightly patterned with spots. A fucking freak honestly, if he went by what the shifters back in his old home had said, the few times he'd encountered them.
And that had been the nicest thing from people who at least understood this shit existed. The humans had been worse.
He pads over to the edge of the roof and eyes the next building over warily. Home hadn't had a whole lot of places high enough for this.
He walks through the bus terminal and out into the city, and then? Who knows?
A cheap motel is easy enough to find and good enough to dump his stuff in while he tries to find a place to live, but tonight he needs to explore, stretch his legs.
Stretch his wings.
He hits the back streets closer to the city centre and finds a fire escape to climb up. The roof is quiet, high enough that the traffic is a bit muted. And then he takes a breath and slips into his other form; a cat with wings and sandy coloured fur, lightly patterned with spots. A fucking freak honestly, if he went by what the shifters back in his old home had said, the few times he'd encountered them.
And that had been the nicest thing from people who at least understood this shit existed. The humans had been worse.
He pads over to the edge of the roof and eyes the next building over warily. Home hadn't had a whole lot of places high enough for this.
