|My best picture so far. I am extremely proud of this, it shows that patience can be learned, since I used to be impatient and to rush things.|
Freedom in Silver FurWarning: This story includes scenes of transformation with a great amount of detail. Shall you be uncomfortable with such situation, please refrain from reading and/or commenting harshly about it. You have been advised about it.Freedom in Silver Fur by ~kehei
Freedom. Freedom of thinking, freedom of acting, freedom of being who you are. Only the realm of dreams can allow such liberty. Reality binds you to a body, a form, and a life that sometimes sounds boring and uninteresting. Dreams can make anyone be anything, anywhere in space and time, even concepts that reality rejects.
Silver streaks. Black spots. Thick fur. Alone in the nature, only myself to be with. The ultimate freedom is at hand with paws. I was the king of the Himalayas, for yet another time. My body, lithe and flexible, managed to climb up those steep hills, yet doing it in such grace that my long, fuzzy tail would be a trail behind me. The cold wind? Pfft, what a wimp. My thick fur coat would block any kind of sub-zero wind, while my paw