Post by Vergil Valentine on Feb 18, 2013 18:42:45 GMT -5
Today was a nice cool day, perhaps too cool for Vergil. Luckily the man had a few tricks to keep him nice and warm. Vergil was a shape shifter, one that could only transform into animals. The lone male had made a commute to the more crowed part of town, the business district. A tiny little canine swerved around the humans as he trotted along the sidewalk, he knew better than to travel through the streets.
Vergil would be a fool to use his favorite form out in the open like this. Humans didn’t mind dogs, but big cats were another story. This stunning realization saddened the shifter. He hated this form among all others, but it got the job done. Vergil could slip through the city virtually unnoticed. Well, as aside from the occasional human trying to pick him up. Perhaps a Pomeranian wasn’t the best choice of forms here. The only possibly reason why he would use such a form was because of its size and fluffy fur. Vergil learned how to use this to his little form to his advantage. Not only did it keep him nice and warm, but he got an occasional treat out of it as well. Food was a scarce commodity in the big city, well for a homeless shifter anyway. From time to time, he would have to dig out of the garbage or even steal from humans just to get a little morsel.
It was a life he didn’t want to live, but what more could he do? Well, at least when he was in Pomeranian form people would toss him scraps of food. Mainly females did this, why? Hell if he knew. Perhaps they thought the little toy dog was cute? Ah Cute, this was a word he heard a lot today. The fluffy canine trotted down the side walk. His little legs were moving fast just to keep up with the rest of the humans that decided to make a morning commute to work. There were quite a few humans out today. Vergil’s tongue lawed out of his mouth as he continued his stroll.
Why was he here? Well, he had overheard a rumor from a few crows that there was a large amount of garbage on this side of the city. It made sense, there were quite a few humans here, and someone was bound to throw something tasty away.
Animal form: Pomeranian
Word Count: 402
Muse Level: High
Notes: I hope this post is ok :3
Tags: Kanen Rook, and anyone else.
