zg_shadows | What is Now not as Was (Reply)

You don’t really...taste anything..until your tongue is larger and more densely packed with receptors. You don’t really understand, do you? For all your Zoology and Medical Science you didn’t understand that inside, we are ALL reds and whites and glistening meat. Haemoglobin? Neurotransmitters? It’s all made of the same things. You know this, with your quantum physics, you know that frankly, we are mostly made up of gaps…

Seeing in different shapes and colours and textures. Visual acuity increased but other things are oddly muted. Perhaps a difference in Schema, what is and what is not important to a Wolf? Filtering...sorting....discarding.

You don’t really smell anything until your olfactory senses are expanded to the point where you feel as if you could smell last week on the passing breeze. The breeze...it’s like flicking idly through a journal, searching out the keywords and names that interest you.

Large Hadron Collider...Rabbit...ISS...Rat...Gene Splicing...Hedgehogs..

It’s all the same really. These legs. This tail.
I like this tail. I feel it streaming out behind me as I run. Fast as that other one. That Wolf, that Werewolf with the implants…the…augmentations..the things that change.

Getting harder to think like I did. I wonder, the smell of the Theta Entities, of Spirits...Arachnatron even, it’s here, it’s everywhere but where is everywhere? Here, I suppose. Metal. Cold. Still but moving. Other things smell like movement and change or blackness and filth or…have colours. Memories even. Like the memory of Cockroach, the taste of Cockroach..And the other place this..Umbra..Shadow? It has reflections and I am angry again, angry at being followed, at being restrained. How dare they! I will not stand for…..Calm. Feel the mud beneath my paws no, feet that are paws now, and I wonder what was the point of fear, the point of remaining apart. It is better to be in a pack..no, a cabal..with others, who are like you, protect you. Are you. I feel my hackles fall back into place and I wonder at it. I have hackles, I am covered in thick, lustrous fur and I am running. Swift as thought, swift as a playful breeze. Yes, playful for the energy in my muscles and in my mind it is so different, so very different. Joy. Everything is different.