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Shortly after the paradox wore off, I stuffed myself senseless with peanut butter (I swear I am getting sick of this stuff) and hiked out to the Walkers' woodland turf with a frozen block of a homemade version of a vegan cat food mix I found on the internet--and supplemented with synthetic taurine. Dropped the food block off in the cave and transformed into a cougar. I'd like to say I did something productive and useful, but I largely just napped in the sun and prowled about at night--just enjoying the form and studying the magick powering the ring and the transformative effect. The Life aspect? Completely out of my league. The Prime aspect? It very nearly makes sense. 80% I understand, and 20% seems juuuuust out of my comprehension.
The frozen block of homemade vegan cat food? It wasn't tasty at all, but I didn't exactly expect it to be. I miss meat the most when I'm a cougar; I miss it only ever so often when I'm me. Still, vegan cat food is better than just starving. And as much as I'm curious about hunting in this form, it's doesn't feel right to frivolously and needlessly take a life. So I do not.
One day, while semi-dozing in a patch of sunlight by the babbling creek outside the cave, I startled myself by purring. Cougar purrs are kind of... not gentle sounding. And it was kind of involuntary--like the hiccups. I spent some time exploring my mental state at the time just before I purred. As I suspected, it's easy enough to use a bit of Mind magick to induce voluntary purring. But.... interesting, all in all.
Perhaps I am focusing on the minutiae of this form because I seem to be getting bored of the overall experience of shapeshifting into a cougar? I feel sorry for the garou: they're simply stuck with the forms they're given--never to be anything else and always left to wonder about what it might be to be something different. If they even wonder that at all. I suppose their other static magicks--gifts and rituals--tide them over in a pinch. How tedious, though. How inflexible and unengaging. I feel sorry for them.
The frozen block of homemade vegan cat food? It wasn't tasty at all, but I didn't exactly expect it to be. I miss meat the most when I'm a cougar; I miss it only ever so often when I'm me. Still, vegan cat food is better than just starving. And as much as I'm curious about hunting in this form, it's doesn't feel right to frivolously and needlessly take a life. So I do not.
One day, while semi-dozing in a patch of sunlight by the babbling creek outside the cave, I startled myself by purring. Cougar purrs are kind of... not gentle sounding. And it was kind of involuntary--like the hiccups. I spent some time exploring my mental state at the time just before I purred. As I suspected, it's easy enough to use a bit of Mind magick to induce voluntary purring. But.... interesting, all in all.
Perhaps I am focusing on the minutiae of this form because I seem to be getting bored of the overall experience of shapeshifting into a cougar? I feel sorry for the garou: they're simply stuck with the forms they're given--never to be anything else and always left to wonder about what it might be to be something different. If they even wonder that at all. I suppose their other static magicks--gifts and rituals--tide them over in a pinch. How tedious, though. How inflexible and unengaging. I feel sorry for them.
