you.”
Nixon winked at her. “Just watch me
babe.”
Despite the fact he was a fowler he still
possessed an inborn form which was the Peregrine falcon. Kennedy
had seen it many times. What about a gull? Nah, that was too
unassuming when an eagle would impress her so much more, except
they didn't fly well in storms. Sparrows were good at buffeting the
harsher winds, but what was the point of being a fowler if he
couldn't show off his business.
Sitting on the desk, Nixon shifted into an
eagle and launched out the window into the air, changing into a
sparrow only once he was out of sight. Behind him Kennedy shouted
for him to come back.
“Nixon darn you, we’re supposed to go
together!”
Chapter Five
Discovery
Snowflakes blasted Nixon in the face
as he frantically flapped his wings against the fierce winds. Funny , he thought. He only had a few drinks but his smaller
form definitely struggled with the adverse effects. His tiny heart
pattered madly and he was having a hard time judging the distance
between tree branches. He nearly missed one that could have easily
pierced his heart.
The blustery weather was far more forceful
than Nixon had anticipated so he shifted into a falcon. With more
strength he was able to rise quickly to find the airstream.
Spreading his wings and tail feathers he
steadied himself slowly and began to allow his body to drift
downward, gliding in big circular patterns. During this time he
used his superior eyesight to scan the roads below searching for
Ari’s silver Nissan GT-R. When he had covered a fair amount of
ground, he rose up and started the process all over again. On his
second sweep his eyes caught movement.
Closing his wings, Nixon plummeted to the
ground, his streamline body acting as a mini-torpedo. As he passed
over the tiger’s backside he grabbed fur with his right talon. The
tiger’s mouth opened in a loud roar of warning and sunlight flashed
off two large canines. In ani-shift form, unlike pale Linn, Kennedy
was an orange Bengal tiger and she was beautiful. Nixon banked
upward to put himself out of the reach of an angry paw, and he
caught a glimpse of glistening metal.
Again he began a descent. This time he
allowed the air to cushion his landing in the center of the snow
laden road. Shifting back was a shock once Nixon realized he had
failed to think about grabbing a coat, and the brutal wind was
playing havoc with his thin tee-shirt. He had to move quickly and
not just for his sake. Ari’s car lay in a ditch at the side of the
road, and the windshield was completely covered in snow. Apparently
it had been there awhile.
Nixon heard the growl first before he spun
around and felt the power of the tiger as it pounced on top of him.
Even though the ground was covered with snow, it came hard
underneath him. Grabbing fur, Nixon pushed the tigers fangs back
away from his face. She never meant him any true harm, but either
way, a full-grown tiger on top of him was pretty frightening.
“Get off me tigress, I don’t have time for
fun,” he teased as she changed back into girl-form. Having Kennedy
suddenly on top of him was even more of a shocker than the tiger,
especially when he stared upward into her green eyes.
“Why do you always have to be so annoying?”
She looked down at him. Her long orange-red hair fell forward,
surrounding her thin perfect face. Snow clung to it and it smelled
of something flowery. A slow smile crossed Nixon’s lips. Maybe
having Kennedy on top of him wasn’t so bad after all. He definitely
was a lot warmer.
“Even under the current circumstances, I find
this very pleasurable.” On impulse Nixon wrapped his arms
around Kennedy’s waist. With one deft move she elbowed him in the
ribs, and then proceeded to use his chest as a means to push
herself off his body.
He grunted with each jab, realizing she was
intentionally trying to cause him discomfort. Kennedy put her arms
over her coated chest and watched him as he stood and
Nixon winked at her. “Just watch me
babe.”
Despite the fact he was a fowler he still
possessed an inborn form which was the Peregrine falcon. Kennedy
had seen it many times. What about a gull? Nah, that was too
unassuming when an eagle would impress her so much more, except
they didn't fly well in storms. Sparrows were good at buffeting the
harsher winds, but what was the point of being a fowler if he
couldn't show off his business.
Sitting on the desk, Nixon shifted into an
eagle and launched out the window into the air, changing into a
sparrow only once he was out of sight. Behind him Kennedy shouted
for him to come back.
“Nixon darn you, we’re supposed to go
together!”
Chapter Five
Discovery
Snowflakes blasted Nixon in the face
as he frantically flapped his wings against the fierce winds. Funny , he thought. He only had a few drinks but his smaller
form definitely struggled with the adverse effects. His tiny heart
pattered madly and he was having a hard time judging the distance
between tree branches. He nearly missed one that could have easily
pierced his heart.
The blustery weather was far more forceful
than Nixon had anticipated so he shifted into a falcon. With more
strength he was able to rise quickly to find the airstream.
Spreading his wings and tail feathers he
steadied himself slowly and began to allow his body to drift
downward, gliding in big circular patterns. During this time he
used his superior eyesight to scan the roads below searching for
Ari’s silver Nissan GT-R. When he had covered a fair amount of
ground, he rose up and started the process all over again. On his
second sweep his eyes caught movement.
Closing his wings, Nixon plummeted to the
ground, his streamline body acting as a mini-torpedo. As he passed
over the tiger’s backside he grabbed fur with his right talon. The
tiger’s mouth opened in a loud roar of warning and sunlight flashed
off two large canines. In ani-shift form, unlike pale Linn, Kennedy
was an orange Bengal tiger and she was beautiful. Nixon banked
upward to put himself out of the reach of an angry paw, and he
caught a glimpse of glistening metal.
Again he began a descent. This time he
allowed the air to cushion his landing in the center of the snow
laden road. Shifting back was a shock once Nixon realized he had
failed to think about grabbing a coat, and the brutal wind was
playing havoc with his thin tee-shirt. He had to move quickly and
not just for his sake. Ari’s car lay in a ditch at the side of the
road, and the windshield was completely covered in snow. Apparently
it had been there awhile.
Nixon heard the growl first before he spun
around and felt the power of the tiger as it pounced on top of him.
Even though the ground was covered with snow, it came hard
underneath him. Grabbing fur, Nixon pushed the tigers fangs back
away from his face. She never meant him any true harm, but either
way, a full-grown tiger on top of him was pretty frightening.
“Get off me tigress, I don’t have time for
fun,” he teased as she changed back into girl-form. Having Kennedy
suddenly on top of him was even more of a shocker than the tiger,
especially when he stared upward into her green eyes.
“Why do you always have to be so annoying?”
She looked down at him. Her long orange-red hair fell forward,
surrounding her thin perfect face. Snow clung to it and it smelled
of something flowery. A slow smile crossed Nixon’s lips. Maybe
having Kennedy on top of him wasn’t so bad after all. He definitely
was a lot warmer.
“Even under the current circumstances, I find
this very pleasurable.” On impulse Nixon wrapped his arms
around Kennedy’s waist. With one deft move she elbowed him in the
ribs, and then proceeded to use his chest as a means to push
herself off his body.
He grunted with each jab, realizing she was
intentionally trying to cause him discomfort. Kennedy put her arms
over her coated chest and watched him as he stood and
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