lt_safe_house | (no subject)

Date: March 14, 2003
Place: Manor Grounds
Status: Public (Loki, Phanuel - Complete)
Summary: Loki practises, but is distracted

Well, if there wasn't any chance to get at the books, he might as well continue practising his shifting. It wasn't like he really needed the books or cared about arrogant fucking Judeo-Chritians.

Loki stomped outside and concentrated on getting smaller and ... Damned archangel. Who did he think he was.

It wasn't working. He couldn't think of Gabriel and concentrate on the change at the same time. Once upon a time it would have been no problem.

Okay: smaller, thin, elegant legs, a small snout and don't forget the tail

He landed on his paws halfway elegantly this time and only slightly panting, but being tired out here in the open was a bad idea. Why hadn't he thought of this before? The fox made for the bushes as quickly as his weakened condition allowed.

There, this was much better. Here under cover of leaves and branches the world smelled interesting and felt safe. Maybe he should stay a fox for a while, find a burrow somewhere and wait until the Judeo-Christians left and the manor once again felt safe to his human shape.

The fox shape had its downsides, though. Loki knew that fox hunting was a popular sport in this country and he couldn't go anywhere too close to people, much less communicate with them. He'd be left out of the information loop. That was never a good idea and with hostile archangels around he couldn't afford it. Who knew, they might like foxes even less than gods.

No, he had to keep an eye on him and for that he had to be human and able to talk to people.

Threaded | Flat

Phanuel checked once more that he'd got everything necessary before heading outside. He'd done what he could to check War's bow without using it; now it was time to test it out. He didn't think he'd want to use it that much himself, though- it was roughly his height, and he hadn't made much use of bows lately. He didn't think he'd be using this one much, either. Just long enough to test it.

He set up a target, put the bracer on, stepped back and aimed. The first release went badly, but that was his own fault. Phanuel retrieved the arrow before he could forget where it had fallen and aimed again. The release this time was better, but the arrow was decidedly off-target, falling into bushes rather than hitting the target. Phanuel muttered to himself and went after it.

"I don't think that that would be a good idea. I'll be careful." Not that he'd really intended to be anything else. "Thank you for the advice." Manners were always important, whether the person you were speaking to was on your own side or not.