I have to admit this whole entire ordeal is just a lot to accept. I am a Horse now, a were-horse, and I must say I cannot help, but express sympathy for this particular species. Well, I guess this is my species now too. I am sure this whole experience is much easier for one that was actually born as a Were, I wonder if Frost was, but I dare not ask. I think it might be rude. I mean I know racism exists within the human species, but I wonder if it does within the Were species. I would find it shameful, I mean, this species and other supernatural creatures are being hunted down because they are what they are. I know my Uncle is a Dark Hunter, but I can't help but wonder how many Weres he killed...when they didn't choose this life to begin with. I know I didn't, but I had to endure with this now. It was an accident, truly, and I am shocked that Frost was willing to be here with me. I mean, it is his fault, but whenever he was brought up by Uncle Azrael he hardly had anything nice to say. I do hope my Uncle is doing okay though tonight. I would like to go see him, but I think being in this form may just be too much.

As I extend my large soft nose to his own I am pleased when he extends his nose and places his velvet muzzle next to my own. I stand quietly adjusting my muzzle to skate up and down his with interest, not knowing that I was doing what instincts instructed me to do. I inhale his scent and take another tentative step closer to him, rather liking his touch mixing with my own. Both ebony ears are pointed towards him with interest, waiting quite patiently to see what he would like of me this time around. I am not sure why, but suddenly I make a small periocular sound, a nicker, and I have no idea why I made such a noise, but my ears fold back slightly in embarrassment, quickly removing my muzzle from his own as I turn my head to the side allowing some of my forelock to cover part of my right eye.

Both audits flicker back when I hear his praise and I cannot help, but turn my head back to him and lift my neck upwards, proudly. It isn't every day I am praised for doing something. Most of the time I get scolded, so this entire new comment is met with appreciation. As he turns to walk away I follow after him, extending my neck and grabbing my backpack with my teeth, carrying it out. I stumble a bit, but I manage to keep myself up trailing after him. As he knocks down the door I take a minute to look at my own hooves and wonder, if one day I too could beat down a door, judging by how large my hooves are I think it is safe to say I could, one day. I am terribly slow and I can barely keep up, my legs wobble a bit each time I take a step and I find myself missing the barn floor, at least it was littered with hay to make it soft. His inquiry about how I am doing is met with a very soft reply as I push my words into his mind, hoping I am getting the hang of this communication wave as I attempt to walk.

"I still hurt, everywhere really, maybe my body is just adjusting? But I do feel better walking."

As we walk I eventually manage to get closer to him, allowing myself to settle at his side, matching his pace. I'm trying to not think about walking and so I thing about other things that my troubled mind can come up with. His offer to stay with him is met with an instant troubled thought that came to the forefront of her mind. Not realizing her body was starting to walk in a steady rhythm she could not help, but wonder what her Uncle would think about it all. He was quite protective and now, he could no longer keep her safe, it was her job now. I am not sure if Frost would want that task, but it isn't surprising that I was on my own again. Since my parents died I had to look after myself, I couldn't rely on anyone else, and I have to admit I did rather having my Uncle do such things. Though now it will have to be me. I am sure though he would not approve of this idea. Maybe I could stay for a little while and once I return back to human I could stop by at his place and discuss what happened tonight. I am sure he would want to know. After all he is my Uncle still, and I am sure he wants the best for me, even if I turned into a creature he was required to kill. I am sure Frost will be willing to let me stay, for a while, and so I attempt to ask another question wanting to know how this was all going to turn out.

"How long does it usually take to shift back...and...won't I be in more pain when I turn into a human?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable