life continues as it always has, and yet you feel hope... not in the light but in the shadows for some reason you cannot define...

Standing on the balcony, watching the sun set, the lights of the city changing as day becomes night, sipping cherry soda, made with actual cherries, from a crystal tumbler, his version of his family's cocktails as he begins to relax.  Classes over for the week, Friday night the beginning of his free time, and yet at the moment Samuel has no plans, no parties to attend, no projects to complete or tests to prepare for, a rare moment of time that is his.

The sun fully set and no moon glowing, he heads back inside, refilling his glass and picking up the remote, kicking on the stereo, already set to his favorite station, music loud enough to fill the penthouse with sound, yet not so loud as to draw any attention up his way.

Pulling the cell phone from his pocket as he heads into the library, booting up his computer so he can check his e-mail, looking to see if there are any messages he might have missed, part of him wanting to go out, yet part of him content to stay home.

Theirs no emails of note, but hes felt something occasionaly a tightness in the chest a burning within that cant be expressed in words. he feels dread and elation at once... then the feeling is gone.

His eyes darting around and brow furrowing in concern and worry, Samuel sits back in his chair,hand moving to his chest without a thought,rubbing the spot where it burns and trying to get a grip on and processes the weird emotions he's feeling. Even as he's about to call his parents,a reflex unto itself, the moment passes and things are again normal and instead he closes his eyes and tries to relax and make some kind of sense of what happened.

hes able to do well enough in his Classes thankfully

but has a Recurring dream


Hes in a Cavern a dark Cavern with barely any light to see by and hes surrounded on all sides by bats  screeching... And somehow the scene is familiar even comforting


(Ok If I bring him to his firsting in a few posts, oh curious, ok if spirit speech is first gift he learns to justify him summoning and n egotiating with spirits himself?)

The weekend passes quietly and for the most part uneventfully, except for the dreams that he begins having. To some they might be nightmares, but to Samuel they're something else, not memories his sleeping mind replays, more like stories he's heard brought to life in his dreams, weird and kind of wild, yet with each one he finds that he's looking forward to the next, the warmth he feels even as he sleeps.

A good student with well-honed study skills he was still able to pay enough attention and do enough work to keep his standing in his classes, distracted and on auto-pilot as spends more and more time dwelling on the dreams and what they mean.

one night his sleep is broken not by a dream but by something else... and he feels a sudden overwhelming compulsion to go out to the balcony   to immerse himself totally in the night...


You feel something pent up desperately clawing to the surface.

(you can describe the shapeshifting part of it as you see fit)
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Samuel tosses and turns in his sleep, not something he often does, especially lately, his new and recurring dream wrapping him in it's warm embrace as of late, yet not tonight. Sitting up and throwing off the covers, he bolts out of bed, walking without thinking yet knowing where he's heading, needing to be outside, feeling it beckoning him.

Shoving the doors open, tearing at his pajamas as he steps outside, everything else forgotten as the darkness washes over him, seems to call to him in a voice meant just for him.

And then it hit's him, doubling him over, uncontrollable shaking, his body feeling like it's burning up and freezing, taughtness in every part of him, sensations of his skin being too tight running thru him, his eyes clamping shut as his mouth opens wide in a silent scream...

Everything seeming to happen at once, every cell erupting in an orgasm of pain and pleasure as he drops to his knees, body changing, shifting, flowing, muscles and bones, bending, reshaping, senses changing as he's overwhelmed by it all.

Thankfully, their are no witnesses that would need to be disposed of.

He assumes Crinos, and Can see by Sonar now.


He knows his position relative to everything around him.

And he can sense Luna in her Crescent phase rising above him shining Mysticly down upon him.

And feel his ties to her and to something else that knows instinctively, Paradoxicly both loves and hates him.


He feels elation pure joy, and Outrage shock and terror from somewhere.

(shapeshifting will be hard till he buys a dot or two in primal urge, might want to start without any to emphasize this.)
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Every nerve in his body still so alive and sensitive, Samuel tries to make sense out of what happened, nothing seeming to want to work right as he tried to get to his fee, tries to find his balance, reaching out with what is, yet is SO not his hand and he brings it up to try to see what is wrong with it, and yet another thing threatens to overwhelm him.

His vision, the scope, the textures, colors familiar yet not, muted in their own way and something, different yet right, everything sensed, heard as much as seen,showing his world in a new way, yet it feels almost natural.

Something seems to be watching almost approvingly, and Samuel looks around, then up, and sees it, sees her, seeming in a way to be winking at him, and he responds with a greeting of his own, the shriek a sound other-wordly.

And even with all that is happening, there is something else...

Waves of emotions seem to wash over and thru him, such happiness and sadness, love and hate, yet they do not come from inside him, they just envelope him, his confusion and curiousity growing by the moment.

in a few moments the frenzys at an end and he can retake homid if he wishes, but he can sensethe shapeshifting ability in the back of his mind... and access it as h e likes (With rage 1, and little or no primal urge, might not be often in practice but)
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