How much do you hate me? (Nov 7) - U.S.S. Freedom

"Pelican." She liked being the same thing he so often was.

"Ya truly are too belle fah dat shape..." but he closed his eyes, and called. It was a deep, throaty sound to beckon the animal whose form he first wore. The fisherman of the avian family.

"Dang, Mat...didn't need this many."

She chose one sitting on the side facing the water. She was gentle in getting it down and out of sight before she did what she had to do.

He communicated with the rest, freeing them from the call, so she could do what she needed to do.

The fat-butt Ren-bird waddled back out to the deck.

His skin rippled, shifted, changed, as he took the first form he learned, the long billed head ever carrying a slightly whiter star burst upon its forehead, as did most of his forms, all indicative of the cowboy hat he cherished more than even he realized. He cawed, clacking his bill at the ghetto-bootied female Pelican.

*wiggle wiggle* Went the pelican butt.

It was an awkward take off, but she managed to make it into the sky.

One last clack at said wiggling feathered backside, before he just hopped, flapping wide, powerful wings and once more ascending into the sky. The Pelican was not an agile bird for the most part but it was sturdy, a quality he preferred much to elegant or attractiveness. It was very well suited for its role - something Mat appreciated. Off they would go.

She understood what he loved about this. The freedom, the feeling of the wind sweeping through her feathers. Her strong wings carried her out over the water, the appropriate place for a pelican to fly.

He went up and down, flapping lazily as he followed her, floating left and right a bit. Freedom was nothing more than seeing the stars in the sky, after all.

She took her time, there was no reason to rush. Soaring was a wonderful feeling, even better than rollercoasters, and she loved rollercoasters.

He went higher, higher, and higher still... before dive bombing past her as he dove straight down at the water.

She watched him soar. It was still so fascinating.

He came up after skimming the water, swallowing down a wriggling fish. It was silly, he didn't need to eat, but it was habit. Tasty, tasty habit.

She was agile and swift. She pulled well ahead as he dove for his treat.

There was a bill clack in amusement, the much larger bird 'playing' in his often rough and tumble way.

We almost to the house.

She bobbed her head as she began to circle toward shore and the house.

His method was simple - he dove into the water, making a small splash before shifting back to his normal form, and walking out of the sea.

Ren dove toward the land, landing in ungainly pelican pile.

"It takes time den, teh land." as the soaked Gangrel stopped, looming over the big rumped Pelican kerplat. At least he seemed amused.

She held out her wings in way that said 'carry me'. She was in a silly mood.

That got a half smile, as the large Gangrel picked up the smaller than usual Duckie, cradling the avian formed woman as he walked towards the house.

She settled into his strong arms, her legs curling up underneath her.

The door opened easily enough - he had taken good care of their home. That and the Boat truly were all he had left when she was gone, as he closed the door behind him, not bothering to turn on the unneeded lights. His fingers treated her like the Spirit of the Animal she had taken into her - stroking her feathers gently, aligning them just so.