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Post by karter on May 10, 2011 11:30:45 GMT -5
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TIME FOR A SWIM
Karter looked at his watch. 7:30pm already? Wow where had the day gone? He had had a busy day today and I guess what they say about time flying when you're having fun is true. Today he woke up and started doing some homework that he had forgot to do the night before, just to get it out of the way. Having the weight of homework on your shoulders throughout an entire day really sucks and it ruins the day. Having done it in the morning, he now had the rest of the day free. He then went to the town mall with a couple of friends to get a few things that he had been meaning to get for a while including a charger for his phone (which he had misplaced), and another toothbrush (since his had fallen in the toilet this morning). He's still not sure how that happened but whatever the reason it gave him the motivation to finally get up and go.
After the mall it was already the afternoon so he had a meal inbetween lunch and dinner to make up for both. A hamburger with friends always hits the spot when your having a busy day. It just adds to the excitement for whatever reason. After the meal he went to his dorm and took a nap for about an hour, which he doesn't normally do, and that brings us to now. He looked at his watch again to double check and yup it was 7:30. The sun was gonna go down in a couple of hours so he still had some time to kill, and he had so much energy after resting for a while. He needed to burn some of it off, and he knew how.
It was time for a swim. Not as a human form, but as his orca form. He hadn't shifted in a while and really felt like it now and that was enough to convince him. He put on a shirt and threw on some pants and headed down to Punalu'u Beach. He loved the location of the academy. It was perfect especially for marine shifts. The ocean was never far away being on an island, and the community was small and tight so people were forced to mingle, yet big and spacey so people could still get that alone time if they needed to. It was an awesome combination.
He finally reached the shoreline and started to undress. This was the only part he hated about shifting. If you shifted your clothes come off anyway so he always just quickly undressed and then ran into the water. Skinny dipping really. He laughed to himself, yeah that's what it was. The sand tickled his feet at the shoreline as the water drowned them deeper into it. He took off his shirt first and then his other clothes and rushed into the water. The cool temperature hitting his body felt so good after a warm day.
He started to feel himself shift. This became less painful the more you did it and he was happy for that. The first time it was so excruciating he almost passed out (not to mention he didn't know what was happening). He felt his arms turn into fins and his legs turn into a tail. He began to grow and grow until he was a full sized whale. He knew he had to swim a little deeper though since killer whales were not native to this part of the world, so if he was ever seen by humans they might try and capture him or get suspicious about where he came from and he definitely didn't want that.
He swam deeper and deeper and finally just couldn't help himself anymore, he needed to jump. With a tremendous amount of force, he swam faster and faster to the surface of the water and leaped out, splashing back in with incredible grace. Oh how he loved it. There's no way he would've been this happy with any other shift. This was definitely the right animal for him.
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Post by meagan on May 10, 2011 18:06:02 GMT -5
  “It doesn’t sound anything like that!” Drawing the door closed in his wake Matthew did his best to disregard the pitiful wails and moans yielding from behind the wooden structure, shaking his head with a snigger. Perhaps informing Alaska of his intentions wasn’t the greatest idea he had all day, for it caused her to commence with a wide variety of comments in which she saved for these particular moments. Today she seemed expressly regaled with what was her attempt at whale songs, though she had obviously failed miserably in mimicking them. The girl managed to extract a considerable amount of joy from poking fun at his shift. Of course it bothered him, however, only in a way reminiscent of a child hood nuisance. Sometimes it astonished him how puerile she could be.
Donning his back pack, sliding it over both shoulders, he clutched the straps as he strode toward the docks. The scolding sun pounded down on his front. He could practically feel the UV rays percolating through the weave of his white T-shirt. Grimacing Matthew gritted his teeth. Sure most people loved the weather of Hawaii, it was a distant dream of Canadian’s throughout, but not him. He felt like he was suffocating in mildly warm conditions and now it was like he was being flambéed. Needless to say he would have given up anything to be dumped into a frigid artic climate.
The abstracted fantasy floated through his mind absently, trudging along the path he often took off campus that traversed toward the docks. The ocean’s scent was enough to drive him crazy, in the good way. Carefully picking his away amongst the people whom wished to board the boats that taxied back and forth between islands, Matthew navigated into a nearby forest line. It took him only mere moments to locate his favoured tree, hollowed out enough for his bag. Wasting no time he shoved the bag in, unzipping it in one fluid motion. He tore the clothes from his body and packed them away closing up his bag. He wasn’t fond of the concept that he would have to walk home basically naked if he had shifted with clothes on so this was his alternative. Real life didn’t work like Twinkie, or Twinkle or whatever that foolish vampire books name is. He couldn’t slap on a leather strap and tie down his clothes, wave goodbye and swim away. Let’s be realistic here.
Weaving through the tree’s swiftly, it wasn’t long before Matthew stood at the water’s edge. Luckily this wasn’t your typical beach, oh on the contraire the land chopped off harshly into a dip of vast ocean. It was ideal for slipping in unnoticed. And he did just that after a hasty 360 of his surroundings, inhaled a deep breath and stepped into the warm current. Extending his body he began to stroke down and out, creating as much distance from the shore as possible before his frame grew sculpting the body of an adult orca whale. It all happened very smoothly, practice dependant mind you, with nothing more than a subtle discomfort. He opened his eyes and took in his surrounding with acute vision. Permitting himself to glide in the water for a moment he let out a series of short low clicks that trailed from his blowhole in a strand of tiny bubbles. As the sounds rebounded off objects and returned he was given a mental 3D image of his environment. Pretty cool huh. Pumping his tail he angled his body upward to the surface, with the help of his pectorals. He broke the surface, a cloud of mist erupting from his blowhole, with the sound of rushing air. He sucked in a deep breath and to his amusement the crowd of people whom had begun boarding a boat gasped and broke out into hushed conversations. You would think a group of shifters would be less invigorated by the sight.
He slowly disappeared into the ripples he made, his dorsal fin lingering far after his back had been submerged. It was a fantastic feeling. His streamlined body sliced through the water like a hot knife did butter. Matthew couldn’t understand why people feared their abilities so much. Sure it hurt the first couple of times but if they exercised the talent regularly it became enhanced and facile as walking. He adored his inner orca, and often times found it difficult to contain it. The notion that people hated this feeling was beyond him.
It didn’t take long for him to reach the aquatic area surrounding the other human island. He usually came around this region at least once a week. Though orcas aren’t native to Hawaii the odd transient pod has been known to pop in for a visit. It wasn’t like people were scoping him out, so he didn’t feel the need to worry. Besides if he did raise their suspicion it would only be a matter of vanishing for a while. Not to mention he had grown a liking to messing around with small boats. Although something was different today. No, nobody was waiting for him with nets and a small army of dories. The abnormality originated from under the waves themselves. Matthew released another short series of low clicks, followed by a trail of bubbles, that painted the image of a large dolphin or.. whale? He gaged the distance and speed in his head, don’t ask how he wouldn’t be able to explain it if he tried, and quickened his own. His heart clenched. Had it been one of the transients he had read about, and if so why was it alone. Questions whirled about in his head as he closed in on the mammal.
Arching his back upward, tilting his pectorals, he sent his body upward bursting from the surface vertically just in time to glimpse the other orca breaching. So he was right. His intense curiosity took over his brain from that moment. Sinking back under he adjusted his direction and swam toward the other. He had known the tell-tale signs of aggression they displayed, maybe he would witness it first-hand. He rolled onto his back with only a slight twitch of his fin he swam upside down warily, circling about the other studying it. An actual living, breathing orca was before him. It was fascinating.
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Post by karter on May 12, 2011 17:50:54 GMT -5
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TIME FOR A SWIM
Karter enjoyed being the monstrous beast so much. He could spend his entire life in the ocean swimming freely among the other whales and sea life. The swim team and beach swims just didn't always cut it and he wished that he could spend more time as a whale and that he didn't always have to worry about what may or may not happen if the humans over on the other island found out. Oh man, he was always so worried about that. A whale is a really hard shift to hide especially one that is not native to these waters. He really was worried everytime he shifted because it was always at the back of his head. He tried to make the best of it though.
He turned his black and white body around and saw something that he didn't believe. Was that? Nah it couldn't be....could it? For he saw another whale shift. As the image became more clear he could distinctly make out the features of an orca. Is that a joke? Was there another shift at the school with the same animal as him? Or was he seeing his reflection? No, definitely not his reflection. He decided that this was enough and started swimming to shore fast. He shifted a little sooner than he wanted to and therefore had to swim a bit of the way, but quickly ran out of the water and tossed his clothes on. He sat on the beach panting. He didn't know what to think. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? Was the whale following him? He was a little more psyched out than he thought he would be when this day came. What if it wasn't a shift? What if it was a stray whale.
Wow this was really playing with his mind. He didn't think that this would ever happen. But what was the next step? Should he wait here and see if the orca became a human? Should he just leave and pretend it never happened? No, absolutely not. If he left he would forever regret it. Who knows if he would ever meet the person or not? It would be cool to meet the shift that played the same creature he did. He could have a buddy that was more similar to him than anyone. And if it was a girl, well, that would be a real turn on. No, he couldn't leave.
He dug his feet in the sand and rested his arms on his leg (knees facing the sky) and decided that he would remain there until the human showed themselves. Until then, he would get lost in the beauty of the ocean and watch water spray out of the orca everytime it came to breathe. This swim might have been the best decision he's ever made.
WORDS: four.seven.three TAG: meagan
NOTES: sorry it's not the best lol and you are an insanely good RPer! much better than I am haha
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Post by karter on May 12, 2011 17:51:27 GMT -5
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TIME FOR A SWIM
Karter enjoyed being the monstrous beast so much. He could spend his entire life in the ocean swimming freely among the other whales and sea life. The swim team and beach swims just didn't always cut it and he wished that he could spend more time as a whale and that he didn't always have to worry about what may or may not happen if the humans over on the other island found out. Oh man, he was always so worried about that. A whale is a really hard shift to hide especially one that is not native to these waters. He really was worried everytime he shifted because it was always at the back of his head. He tried to make the best of it though.
He turned his black and white body around and saw something that he didn't believe. Was that? Nah it couldn't be....could it? For he saw another whale shift. As the image became more clear he could distinctly make out the features of an orca. Is that a joke? Was there another shift at the school with the same animal as him? Or was he seeing his reflection? No, definitely not his reflection. He decided that this was enough and started swimming to shore fast. He shifted a little sooner than he wanted to and therefore had to swim a bit of the way, but quickly ran out of the water and tossed his clothes on. He sat on the beach panting. He didn't know what to think. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? Was the whale following him? He was a little more psyched out than he thought he would be when this day came. What if it wasn't a shift? What if it was a stray whale.
Wow this was really playing with his mind.
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Post by meagan on May 12, 2011 22:30:20 GMT -5
One second Matthew had been encompassing the massive being, the next it was charging the shoreline. Perplexed the remaining orca sent out it’s flukes as a braking system drifting to the surface in another spy-hop. Following the dorsal fin, then in a flash minute a bobbing human head. He was dumbfounded. In the flurry of inquiries that swarmed his thoughts not once did the prospect of another shifter blossom. The teenager was so astonished; in fact, that he momentarily forgot to maintain the tail work required to stay afloat and descended beneath the waves dreamily. How could he have overlooked that possibility?
Mind flooding with comprehension – the rash retreat to land was probably out of fear – Matthew mentally scolded himself. Throwing his nose downward he flicked his flukes, breaking the surface, and pulled them back with force spraying water everywhere on his tails own accord. These involuntary outbursts may have startled him years ago but now he barely noticed them and at this moment his main concern was the boy seated on the sand. Matthew could be so thick sometimes.
As an educated decision he cleaved through the surface. The water that collected in his blowhole curve billowed into a cloud of mist when he released air. He stole a deep breath hastily and vanished beneath the ebbing blanket of blue. He wanted to avoid emerging for another spy-hop, repetition was unsettling him. Instead he thrust himself down, turning sharply to rush the surface and breached it nicely. It gave him a clear view of a watching male whom showed no desire to leave anytime soon. Twisting his body in the air – in the same manner that most orcas did – his side rammed into the ocean exploding water everywhere. He wasn’t showing off, he was just getting his bearings. Maybe he didn’t think that one through to well either.
Matthew manoeuvred close to the shallow water as his giant build would allow comfortably before phasing into a tall dark haired boy. Luckily the water covered him well from the stomach down, concealing his naked state. Shielded by the water and one of his hands he squinted against the setting sun. The beach was basically void of life with the exception of a tiny family far down the stretch whom had their backs to the water moving inland, how serendipitous. The shifter that sat some length from Matthew had the appearance of a high school student, if not his age than older. He looked kind of familiar but that was to be expected as there were only two educational facilities on the shifter exclusive island, the high school and the university. They went to the same school, had the same shift, lived in the same dorm and yet Matthew had never formally met this person. They hadn’t swum together but they shared the ocean. It was weird to wrap his head around.
Undeterred by the utter lack of communication they had prior to this meeting, he felt as though this stranger understood him. It was an idea that tugged at the back of his brain. They held a connection on a spiritual level, that’s how Alaska put it. The girl constantly leaned to the topic of spiritualism and shape shifting. One subsection of this belief referred to people that took form of the same animals having linked souls in a way. Then again Alaska had a tendency to be bat-shit crazy at the best of times.
With any good fortune at all showing his human body would break the tension (which was thick as an ice flow) between them. It was always reassuring to see that someone was just like you, this every person with the shape shifting gene knew. He stood there for a moment looking like a complete tool. Eventually he elongated his free arm to his neck, rubbing it awkwardly. A forced lofty smile yanked at his lips, he called out “Hey man could I borrow some pants or something?” Though it was an uncomfortable question to pose it was assumed that he knew the position Matthew was currently in, and that would be standing in the Pacific brandishing his birthday suit. It was planned that he wouldn’t have a need for clothing until he chose to return to the shifting island, but this was and unsuspected surprise.
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