The woods are quiet to regular ears, but to Jesse, they're alive. Squirrels and creatures in the underbrush, tigers sniffing him as he passes but not attacking - he's firmly in the mind of the wolf, and it's okay. His senses are on all systems go and he's loving every second of it.
The forest for those who aren't Jesse, though, is distorted. Shivery. Fuzzy, like it's not all there, only half a picture. Things paint themselves into view, like the old cartoons where it's cartoon versus animator, the artist drawing in landscapes as the character walks - and then wipe clean like a slate, completely gone. Disorienting.
Jesse stands still and watches the line of spiders crawl steadily up the tree trunk, flexing his paws into the dirt. His ears flick. Someone's coming.
→ for Ghoul (day 83)
The forest for those who aren't Jesse, though, is distorted. Shivery. Fuzzy, like it's not all there, only half a picture. Things paint themselves into view, like the old cartoons where it's cartoon versus animator, the artist drawing in landscapes as the character walks - and then wipe clean like a slate, completely gone. Disorienting.
Jesse stands still and watches the line of spiders crawl steadily up the tree trunk, flexing his paws into the dirt. His ears flick. Someone's coming.