Dear Shade;

[Lonestar]

Wings spread wide, lids closing over depths as the air rushed over and under the majestic pieces of flesh, the bone along the front edge of the wing cutting easily through the atmosphere. Ah, this was what true pleasure was. The feeling of wind upon one's scales and the sense of freedom that surrounded him. Wait, this was the Beast talking. Of coarse, the man agreed with these feelings, but would he have said scales if the mind of the other was not in charge? I shalt worry much about it now. I am too far from other life to worry about any consequences. So, the tension within his mind released, the lord slowly letting shades lift and vision of the land to return. Instantly, eyes behaved overactively, zooming in and out to catch every little movement that occured on the ground. The man frowned slightly. Never could he escape the mind of a hunter. Rodents were busy this night, the perfect conditions for the owl, a fellow hunter, but foolishness on the prey's part. Most knew of the stratagies of the creatures that sought out their meat and usually would avoid exposing themselves to the shadows where the sight of the dinocturnal was limited. The moon must be playing tricks upon their brain. Large head tilted back then, closely set liquids staring up at the seemingly small ball of light from which clouds had just moved. It was tempting to think the moon just another object that was as it looked, but this brute knew better. A complex mind didnt allow such stupid theories to poison its thoughts. Ahead, there could be seen a clearing among the mass of trees, offering a space for the male to land and camp out the rest of the night. True, the creature which now held the control in the relationship was more of a nocturnal animal, but the human still knew full well that the sun had long since set and that night, the time for sleep, was now upon them. Figure lost altitude as it dipped downward, probing for a closer look than what distance had offered. Gaze switched to night vision as form drew closer needing the view to land in order to land. The bloke continued to fly forward at a slow pace, unknowingly flying into the moon's rays and casting darkness over the earth. Upon realizing this, a smile pulled at his lips and a nosedive manover being accomplished as the icy blue frame disappeared into the thick wood. Talons came in contact with the earth and then the change began. A soft groan of pain ripped past kissers as the transformation came to a hault, form remaining motionless for a second before hands grabbed the leather napsack and flipped open the top flap, arm reaching in and hands pulling out sweatpants and pulling them over the man's lean body one leg at a time. Attention then returned back to the pack as he then unhitched the pack and small pillow from the back. Ah, this was the life. Sleeping out in the middle of a forest without the smog of the city or other civilization poisoning the air.